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caernua · 5 months

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didn’t think i was an egg woman but the way solas grabs the inquisitor in the cutscenes has me feeling some type of way

#ALSO THE VOICE…#when you talk to him and he says ‘my heart’ i screamed a bit #i am so ready for the angsty bits bc let’s face it #the lines in solas’ romance fuck the hardest #.txt

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crabs-with-sticks · 4 months

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Portrait of a Dead Girl- a post-Trespasser angst filled Solavellan fic

Portrait of a Dead Girl (2076 words) by CrabsWithSticks Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan & Dorian Pavus Characters: Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Charter (Dragon Age), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dissociation, Bad Parenting, because of aforementioned trauma, Mental Health Issues, Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition - Trespasser DLC, Pining, i guess?, Solas and Lavellan are both still in love and miss each other, Enemies and Lovers, But they don't want to be enemies, Flashbacks, Both Kinds Summary: 4 years after the events of Trespasser, Lavellan is not doing well. She is continuing to try to stop Solas, but is slowly killing herself in the process as she pushes herself forwards so she never had to look back at all she has lost. Lavellan arrives at the Pavus Estate to begin a dangerous mission that will have her facing the ghosts of her past.

And I wish that you had given me the courtesy, Of ripping out my throat. And I wish that I let you have the dignity, Of letting me go. -Portrait of a Dead Girl by The Last Dinner Party

9:48 Dragon, 4 years post-trespasser Ghilara Lavellan pulled the hood of her oilskin cloak off her head as she entered through the back entrance to the Pavus estate. The cool air hit her, causing shivers to run down her spine and the nub of her arm to tickle with pins and needles. She was glad to be here at last. She had been travelling on foot for just over a week now, the operation that was being planned was extremely important and extremely secret, so the last thing it needed was word of the Inquisitor, blessed fucking Herald of Andraste showing up. And while a week on foot, an anonymous traveller among many on the road was good for subtlety, it was not good for her joints, which creaked, a dull and constant pain. She had passed her fourth decade a few months ago, as her body was always desperately keen to remind her. It was also not good for her shoulders which ached from the weight of the pack, and she was sure there would be sores from where the straps had rubbed against her skin, even through her clothing. Having nobody with her to watch her back also made her paranoid after half a decade or so of assassination attempts. So she had slept poorly and lightly, camping off the side of the road where possible, watching for danger. Hard to believe 5 years ago I was gallivanting across Thedas, now look at me. Old, sore, and tired. I swear my knees didn’t use to be this bad. She supposed she had had a horse then, and at least Solas had- No. She took a deep breath in, and on the exhale let all the emotions trickle out of her, leaving her empty and half a step back from her body. There was too much to do right now to get caught up in, well, that. She ran through the list of what she would need to get done before she headed out. She would need to check inventory. She had to carry more healing potions now that she didn’t have a spirit healer with her since Sol- No! She would have to check her potion stash to stock up on healing potions. And they’d have a war council as well to go over the plan for the mission. If she had her dates right it should be this evening. And that meant Cassandra would expect her to be at least semi-presentable. She’d probably be getting a scolding from the two ex-templars anyway over something she had done wrong. Then she would need to check over the chosen agents, make sure they were up to standard. Hopefully Charter had made it. She couldn’t be the only elf there or she would probably go insane.

Read the rest here!

#realised that I forgot to post this #happy february #have some solavellan angst #its gonna be angsty yall #very excited to unpack all the trauma that is going on here #because theres so much #fanfiction #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #solas #solas x lavellan #solavellan #solavellen hell #jay writes #ghilara lavellan #god loves you but not enough to save you

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nowandthane · 10 months

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I'm taking poetry requests <3 ty @memoryallaloneinthemoonlight

I went with the first one. I've written three Solavellan poems before and I never utilised mirrors in any of them 😅 this is only a short one though

what do you see in your reflection– the guide or the follower? the lover or the liar? the hunter or the hunted? i’ll turn all these mirrors into shards and paint them with your blood.

my other solavellan poems are Spellbound, Howling for the Moon and Hunter, Hunted

#i would say this little bit of poetry relates to hunter hunted most #since its angry solavellan not angsty melancholy solavellan #ill post those other two to tumblr someday soon #dragon age #dai #solas #solavellan #my poems #dragon age poems #i will be honest im not sure what the relation is between garrus and warm tropical steam im so sorry 😭#and the others were a little too general for me to just start writing #but i saw mirrors and was immediately like #'yes. stab.'#anyway ty again i hope you like this <3 #asks #well its not but i want this in the same tag lol #memoryallaloneinthemoonlight #poetry asks

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cullens-babe · 2 years

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DA4 has me so hyped for literally just existing and all I ask is that I better be able to AT LEAST have the choice as my Lavellan to save Solas or kill him. OR have the inquisitor (whatever race/gender) have an input in whether solas lives or dies.

Like.

Idk.

Have the new protagonist go up to them like, “Yo, should he die???” And then the control suddenly switches to the inquisitor and we get the choice like??? Kinda cool.

But anyways I meant to say that I will be really sad if my lavellan or inquisitors do not get to make a Cameo and have a decision or plot point in dealing with Solas. Especially my Lavellan…poor Bloom😭😭.

EDIT: ALSO! If Varric is telling a story at the end of the game (like Morrigan did for DAI) I would LOVEEEE it if he somehow said that the Lavellan ended up saving Solas like….idk how to explain it but please let her save him and end up with him again😭.

#solavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age: inquisition #solas x lavellan #lavellan x solas #ANYWAYS IM SAD. time to go read some angsty solas stuff.#well I’m not sad but I’m just hyped and nervous like….I’m so excited to see it BUT #i just want that lovely choice of being able to save Solas or not like please guys…..#let me save him😭😭. he’s bad but he doesn’t want to be😭#gosh just….emotion whenever I think about him alright-#my writing #not necessarily writing but personal thoughts lol #anyways back to playing DA2✌️.

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mogwaei · 10 days

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Also not angsty but I love how expressive his eyes are. He doesn’t give anything away with his body language but his eyes tell you everything he is really thinking. I also love his smile. We don’t see it often but when he does it’s like the sun coming out from behind a cloud.

This is so beautiful, thank you. He is subtle in every sense of the word, THISSS ➡his eyes are the one part of him that rebel and gives a glimpse at the passionate spirit he is inside. You describe his smile perfectly too, it feels like such a reward to see 😭

Now I have to pull up a bunch of Solas gifs from my Solas folder sjfkhfjk

(Posting angst art soon - but please keep sending me things you love about Solas!)

Bonus: did you know he's very expressive with his hands too?!!

Thank you so much for the submission, I'm getting v emotional now looking through all of these

#solas positivity #crying now ahhhh #kcwriter pulled no punches

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greypetrel · 2 months

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @melisusthewee, and at least another person. I'm sorry if I ignored the tag, I was away and it's a busy period, let me know ;_;

Tagging forward: @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @inquisimer and YOU who are reading and would like to do it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 12, right now.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 497,183 ... I'm chatty.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Dragon Age, and a crossover with LOTR/The Silmarillion.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Home Was Never on the Ground (long fic, concluded, it's anthological and mainly me filling blanks in DAI as inspiration stroke)

She of Many Names (ongoing, a LOTR/Dragon Age crossover. A follower on Instagram asked me if Aisling was Sauron, the idea made me laugh so much that my mind took fire.)

Saturday Prompts (a collection of prompts I posted here. I never uploaded every one of them, oops)

Death and All of Its Friends (ongoing, a DA2 collection)

The Night Before First Day (Two chapters, concluded. One it's in rhyme and illustrated. Aisling taught her daughter that the Dreadwolf is Santa out of spite. Solas tries to disapprove.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I do love angst, but I don't like angsty endings all that much ahahahahah. I think the one that gets closer, in a bitter-sweet way, is One for the Road. Call me a sucker for rare-pairs, this was also prompted here and my brain took fire (LavellanxFenris)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The Night Before First Day. Listen I'm not a Christmas person, I turn into a seasonal depressed Grinch at Christmas, living in a catholic country doesn't help, and that is my way of giving myself some joy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I know of.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not any that I publish.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes I do. She of Many Names is a Dragon Age and LOTR crossover. I love it dearly, I'm slow to update it because I have the greatest love for Tolkien (with all his flaws, but my brain rewired when I saw the first movie, and the book has been my entire personality for two years. I wouldn't be the same person without it) and I do care of rendering it as I want.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? ... Not that I know of? I hope not, ahahahah :"D

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? If you consider that English is not my first language, all my fics are translated? xD Other than that, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I'd love to.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? EowynxFaramir, hands down. Out of pure lenght. Maybe LeiaxHan Solo (my parents are both nerds, I think my mom made me watch Star Wars the first time... I don't remember, the vhs were always around in the house. I was very, very little.)(we don't talk about the sequel trilogy.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I tried to write a third chapter for the aforementioned One for the Road... But it ends up in a love triangle and I don't like love triangles that aren't a poly relationship. So, it's sitting in my folder and I'll never finish it. I was considering ditching the second chapter and rewrite it as a "Aisling as a companion in DA2" fic... But MEH.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think dialogue. I am trained as a comic artist, which means that the writing parts that get polished are dialogue. I have much more experience with that. ... I am also terrible at judging my own work in a positive way, tho, so you tell me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? English not being my first language and leading to mis-spellings. Other than that... I started writing fanfiction after YEARS of not writing anything in prose that wasn't screenplays for comics (which follows different rules). Since I stopped because of being hurt by it, I went on to it by not planning stuff.

I'm rusty with prose, and my retelling -the first thing I tackled- clearly had little planning ahead.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It's a no, for me, unless you specifically wants your audience not to understand what's being said and create a sense of isolation and of not knowing what's going on. A sentence here and there with a translation is fine. But if it's something long... You want the reader to understand well. Italicized text it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I wouldn't call it a fandom, but: Greek Mythology. I drew a parody comic of the Iliad in my first high school year, alongside friends. It had been so fun. I also wrote, still in high school, something heavily inspired by Eragon, which only my friends had the pleasure of reading. (I'm only saying it involved my now most hated trope: THE SECRET TWIN.)

20. Favorite fic you've written? The next one.

I'm very invested in Ashes and Sparks, aka the Dreadwolf AU. I'm putting ideas in it and going fully canon divergent and writing it as I would like Inquisition to have gone. No Corypheus, more crazy tevinters, and the focus ON FUCKING TIME TRAVEL.

In a modern setting because yes.

It's also tackling something I absolutely hate in fiction when it's done wrongly, which is time travel, and I'm sweating and hoping I'll do it with logic. It's something niche and not so focused on a single ship, so probably it'll interest only me, but I'm happily writing and trying to contain myself from posting chapters of more than 10k.

Blank Form Under the Cut

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#fanfic writer questions #tagged petrel #fanfiction #ao3 #writing petrel #mel you're rude to force me to say nice things about myself #buuuuuuh! *gives biscuits*

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theheraldsrest · 2 years

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Hey!

If you’re comfortable with it, may I request the companions reacting to a teen (14-16) Inquisitor? And/or some platonic headcannons with them (like how they may treat them differently to an adult Inquisitor or if they’d be more protective of them because of their age), and how this person who isn’t even an adult is basically tasked to save the world. This feels like it has the potential to be really fluffy and angsty.

Have a nice day/night!

“Companions react to Teen!Inquisitor”

Who’s ready for the Parent-quisition? Because I am! Poor kid’s got 12 parents and they all teach a lesson. Are they good lessons? Maybe not.

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-He’s used to young recruits, but a child leading the inquisition? He’ll argue with Cassandra and Leliana about it but there’s no changing it. You have the mark and you’re able to close the rifts. It bothers him so much to hear you ask what certain things are when an actual leader would. Don’t get him wrong, he’s impressed with everything you do but a child of your age should be worrying about chores or having fun, not leading an entire army. He’ll do his best to advise you.

Josephine

-I’ve said it before but Mama Bird is watching over you. Out of everyone, she is the most against this. As much as you have proved yourself, you are still young! Yes you have the mark, but can’t someone else run it? She never fully gives up on this argument but she does try to make it easier for you. She’ll even tutor you herself on certain subjects so that you have a better understanding or that you don’t stress too much. Josey’s an older sister, she won’t let you go into this blind.

Leliana

-Listen, she was just as surprised as Cassandra was when they found you amongst the rubble, not to mention with the mark on your hand. It’s the first time she’s ever seen Cassandra back off an interrogation so quickly. But since then, you have proven yourself and have even impressed Leliana. She has no objection to you becoming the Inquisitor. She’ll help where needed and take some of the more gruesome problems to the others so that you don’t have to know the details. I mean, Josey had to stop her from explaining to you how she’ll take down some of your enemies.

Vivienne

-Vivienne never wanted kids, she thought she’d never be able to stand them nor give them a good childhood. And yet, here we are, her watching over you and sitting with you to teach you whatever you like. When she got word that the Herald was young, she hadn’t expected a young teen. She won’t treat you like a child but a growing adult, eventually you’ll have to learn about the world and it would be better sooner than later. Has you under her wing and shows you that the ice queen can, indeed, be warm hearted.

Varric

-Didn’t expect to be adopting anyone when he ‘joined’ the inquisition, but now he’s got two kids, Cole and you. Did he have a choice? No. Does he regret it? No. Makes a great uncle, cracking jokes and trying to educate you to the best of his ability things you should know. Subjects he’d rather not talk about are “Go ask Cassandra.” You shouldn’t have been made Inquisitor, in his opinion. Varric’s got nothing against you, it’s just…he doesn’t want to see another Hawke. You're young, you’ve got a lot to learn, not to mention you’ve got the mark that he sees makes you flinch when you use it. He’ll try his best to make it easy for you.

Cole

-The mind of a child is a wonderful yet sad thing. Usually they have yet to know what awaits them in the real world, but you do. Cole can see the turmoil and wants to help but he makes it confusing sometimes. Other times, he’ll make you laugh. He knows some things and you know others through your new lessons. You teach each other. Tries his best to stay near you to make sure you’re ok while also helping you understand what’s going on.

Solas

-One of the only people who actually thinks it’s a good idea. Most elven children are taught at a young age to be responsible and to solve problems. Not only that, but you also have the mark which is a new type of magic to many others. He sees it as an opportunity for you to learn so many things and he’ll happily help with that. Anything and everything, he’ll educate you. Surprisingly, he also knows how to calm you down when you need it, either with talking, giving you some tea, or just even showing you some magic.

Cassandra

-She wanted so badly for it to be an illusion, a trick of the mind possibly but no, this is an actual teenager who is very much not evil and very much scared. It’s a constant turmoil for her. On one hand, Cass wants to treat you like a growing adult, teaching how to defend yourself and what you must know. On the other, you’re a child. You shouldn’t be in this mess. She really does try to go easy on you but it starts to become overbearing when she tries to keep you from getting hurt by anything. Poor guard got yelled at because you bumped into him.

The Iron Bull

-If you’re qunari, he’ll treat you as any other child would’ve been taught in the Qun. If not, then that’s a different problem. Tries to still apply what he’s learned from his young years to what he’s learned about children of other regions. Trains you to your limit and will try to push a little bit further while also educating you more in military tactics. Doesn’t matter if you're young, he’s going to make sure that you have a fighting chance. Though he will back off a bit and give you time to still have fun and live. As for leadership, he thinks you deserve it but that you should have someone take the more pressing and stressful matters. At least then your plate won’t be so full. You also end up being adopted by the chargers. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Dorian

-Who let a child in here?! After first will try to keep his distance since he doesn’t think he’d be a good influence on you, not to mention the rumors. But if you keep pestering him, he starts to grow fond of you. Dorian’s the uncle that tries to pamper you, getting you little gifts and trinkets to make you smile, sneaking sweets from the kitchen, or even looking for books and other things to help boost that curiosity for history and discovery. Whereas Vivienne might take you by the hand and introduce you to 200 nobles, Dorian keeps you away from dumb matters and only introduces you to those who genuinly want to help you or the inquisition. Was with Josey on not letting you lead the inquisition. He knows what happens when you throw a child into the fray of politics. He doesn’t want that for you.

Sera

-Sera will absolutely follow you into battle. Someone has to be around to keep an eye on you two when you're together because she will most definitely teach you things you shouldn’t know. She actually thinks it's brilliant that you're leading. Certain people are older than time and making shit decisions. But a child? They have so many ideas and thoughts that almost seem ridiculous but could work. She trusts you wholeheartedly and will get into little fights that just end with you guys sticking your tongues out at each other. Feels bad that your stuck to the weird magic hand, though.

Blackwall

-He…is on Josey’s side here. Sure, you’re growing up and you’ll be a young adult soon but making you the leader of the inquisition? Of an army? Just because your hand glows??? Now everyones lost their heads. He’ll be the most father of the fathers and he didn’t even think he’d have it in him. Teaches you how to fight with different weapons, educates you on how to survive if on your own, etc. He’ll act exactly like a father, making sure you’re ok, bringing you food or telling some dumb (dad) jokes. Also, anyone who tries to intimidate you will find a bear standing over you. They should run

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exalted-dawn-drabbles · 2 months

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happy dadwc friday! maybe solas/alora and "a deer darting away under the trees" from the sensory prompts list?

Filling this prompt for you and for @dreadfutures uwu Have a bit of angsty wolf Solas watching Alora from the corners of her dreams ;w;

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Angst, ~500 Words

A Wolf Amidst The Trees | By Exalted_Dawn

In dreams, he means to appear to her as himself. If things were simple, perhaps he would be able to. But instead, he comes to her as he is, not as he was first. Brindle fur, the color of sun-touched earth, moves seamlessly between the trees as he follows her. She is a smudge of white and gold at the forest’s edge, stark against browning meadow grass. Once, she used to appear to him as herself. Pale hair like wheat and inquisitive red eyes that searched the treeline for any sign or tell of his passing. Her voice, a scythe through the woods on the few occasions that she did notice him.

She used to chase him. Begging. Calling his name. ‘Solas’. And it would always be he who ran first.

Now, though, the form he tracked was no longer the one he remembered. Golden hair was replaced by long, twisting antlers stained a yellow ivory color, and the pallor of her skin was no longer the subtly tanned peach that he recalled tasting beneath every kiss. Now she was enshrouded by a pelt of snow white fur. The guise of one of Ghilan’nain’s halla.

And now, when she spotted him lurking amidst the trees, she did not give chase. She would stand and stare. Silent, as he was silent. And they would stay as such– a halla in her field, and a wolf in his forest. Separated by the natural divide of light and shadow. They would stay until the dream faded, becoming nothing more than a vision behind his eyes as he woke.

He had to wonder if that was what she saw herself as now. His prey. Was that why she no longer gave chase, even as she hunted him in the waking world?

The thought saddened him. Scared him, even.

Perhaps that was why he never dared draw closer. Once he had had a reason– her safety, he had told himself. To ensure she still lived and that she slept sound at night. He had already been too cruel in letting her get close once, and she had gotten hurt for it, but from a distance, he could protect her, at least for a time. He could keep her in his gaze until the day came that they would meet and their conflict would come to bare.

Now though, standing under her gaze, he knew he was simply scared. Scared that he would take a step and she would go bounding off and would hide herself amidst the far glade, disappearing amongst the trees.

He feared that she would go somewhere that he could not follow.

So he stood still in the safety of his shadows, watching her through wolven eyes. Letting himself be watched in turn. And ignoring the quiet, juvenile hope in his heart that she might come closer.

That she could still find it in herself to take a single step.

Foolishly, he hoped.

#dadwc #dragon age fanfiction #solavellan #alora lavellan #solas #solas x lavellan

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an-established-butt-dent · 3 months

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To sleep, to dream, to forget

AO3

Author: DazeChroma (that is me)

Cover art: an-established-butt-dent (also me)

Fandom: Dragon Age, Pairing: Solas x Lavellan, Words: 4,841, Tags: Post Trespasser, Angst, Lavellan deals with the emotional aftermath.

Notes: see end for notes!

There are a million ways to say goodbye, but they have yet to learn of a way that is final. After the Crossroads, Allana leaves everything behind and travels. She is alone, but for a wolf that keeps visiting her dreams.

To sleep, to dream, to forget

Lavellan knew the wolf haunting her dreams.

Perhaps she should fear the shadow lurking on the edge of her peripheral vision, but this was the Fade and she was in control of her dreams. She wore an enchanted amulet, beautiful, with the added benefit of preventing others from intruding on her dreamscape. A parting gift from Dorian.

Even one as skilled and powerful as the Dreadwolf would not be able to reach her, unless she let him.

But that was precisely it. She would never admit it out loud, but somehow had yet to force his presence away. To banish him from her subconscious. Instead, she had left a window open at a crack.

Maybe it was confusion after their confrontation in the Crossroads. Maybe it was her anger, demanding more explanations from him.

Maybe she missed him.

Solas.

Mentally she scolded herself. She shouldn't use that name. The quiet apostate she had come to know, come to love, was not the same man planning the downfall of the world. Her heart was broken and Solas was dead, as much as he could be for having never truly existed.

But the Dreadwolf, Fen'harel, lived.

Ancient trickster god indeed.

Sometimes she tried to think of the elf from her memories as someone different altogether. A quiet mage lost in dreams who perhaps had planned to return to her. To explain why he left without goodbye after Corypheus' defeat. To bring reason to the many questions left unanswered and wounds left unmended.

The Solas in this imagined life might have helped her shed the Inquisitor’s cloak. Might have held her in comfort throughout the emotional aftermath.

Somehow it made the feeling of betrayal slightly easier to bear.

'-What we had was real'

The words left a bitter taste in her mouth still.

Perhaps it had all been real to him. But to her it was an illusion.

The wolf in sheeps’ clothing had not been the lover in her arms. The Dread Wolf had not been her companion, her advisor, mentor, friend, Vhenan-

Denial was not a good look on her, but it gave her peace and quiet.

And this chasm in her chest, this aching void pumping blood through numb limbs… It propelled her forward. Yet, she felt devoid of the passion and perseverance that moved her before.

Well.

You can't break what's already broken. Can't lose what you don't have.

After the Inquisition disbanded, she had felt lost. Alone.

She needed time to process everything: the loss of her arm, the long years fighting to end Corypheus and then building the world back up again only to be followed by the upheaval of the exalted council, the pain in her chest. Again there was a moment where the world spun on its axis, throwing everything she knew off-balance. Again.

She had come undone, the only thing keeping her together was the feeling of Revas’ long strides over the open plains.

Only a Dalish would pick that name for a hart, but he earned his name, spirited and wild as he was before he accepted Allana as his rider. He was her only companion.

Her eyes scanned the horizon, but there was no silhouette following her. No shadow in the waking world.

She stayed clear of civilization, only stopping for provisions. She kept to herself, used her voice so little she almost forgot what it sounded like.

She traveled for weeks like this, a strong pace forward. Needing to get away. Always away. Every moment spent in one place too long and her chest would constrict, a panic building that could only be relieved by the comfort of changing landscapes.

'You lied to me!'

She wanted to escape. To forget.

She wanted to be wild like her hart. Wanted to be free.

Revas: her freedom.

Revas, revas, revas!

She drifted weightlessly through the fade. Time seemed to stand still as she floated through the pleasant warmth of her early memories.

No terror haunted her. No fear demon pulled threads of horrible memories across her vision. Nothing clawed at her. She was safe.

Only one shadow she could not shake.

She could admit it, now. When the storms of her doubts and fears had quieted down, and she was not drowning, on the brink of being pulled under-

No.

Not now.

She breathed in, and out. At peace, you're safe, she told herself.

The storm calmed down.

He never truly showed himself at first. But she expected him to know that she could sense him.

It had been him, chasing the despair demons away in the nights before she had Dorian’s amulet. She had seen the flash of teeth and six red eyes prowling on the edge of her peripheral vision. Hungry, angry, but not for her. A lonely howl, a loud screech and a wolf had dragged the dark shadows away until she was alone once again.

The terror had melted away with the echo of the wolf's cry.

Curious spirits were discouraged from approaching her afterwards, and she could finally breathe with relief, knowing to expect a night of rest without waking in cold sweat from nightmares.

She scoffed, wondering what keeper Deshanna would say if she knew the presence of the Dreadwolf gave her some measure of comfort.

She would probably call upon all the ancient gods for guidance. To protect her lonely runaway Da'len from the Dreadwolf’s treachery.

But he has your scent.

And you have his heart.

She was almost at the coast now, where she would book passage for a ship to Starkhaven. She planned to cross the waking sea at Jader and travel to Antiva after a short stop in Kirkwall. Other than that she hadn’t decided on her plans for the future.

She had set up camp at a clearing near an old ruin. Then, she took her time to make dinner, enjoying her quiet surroundings and knowing this might be her last night sleeping peacefully under the stars for the coming week.

Revas would surely not be happy on a ship.

She looked regretfully at her hart, wishing there was another way to cross safely, without needing a ship or an Eluvian.

As she only had access to one of those options, her choice was made swiftly.

She climbed into her sleeping roll, twisting and turning until she lay comfortably on her side. Listening to her hart grazing nearby, she drifted off to sleep.

He had become bolder after she started wearing the amulet.

Perhaps he wondered how she had found peace in her dreams? Perhaps her aura, pleasantly free of fear and despair, had pulled him in?

Could he sense the enchantment? Could he see she now had more control over the Fade?

He had tried to teach her many times, but never had she managed this level of lucidity.

Did he observe curiously what strings she pulled, and which memories she traversed?

She always made sure not to dive into memories of their time as lovers. Those memories were locked away deeply, only to be revealed during waking moments of weakness where she allowed herself the time to wallow in her misery.

A slight change in the air alerted her to his presence.

Soundlessly, a shadow big as a hill moved over the horizon until she made out the shape of four clawed paws slowly treading over the grass-covered plane.

He held his head close to the ground, curiously following the invisible line of energy that lingered in her wake. Tracing her scent which was as recognizable and personal as a fingerprint in the land of dreams. Wisps of black smoke trailed his fur, distorting the landscape.

Sensing her, he slowly lifted his massive head as six red glowing eyes fixed themselves on her.

His name was on the tip of her tongue. She quickly swallowed it down, her throat suddenly dry. This was the first time he didn’t disappear as soon as they made eye contact. She was rooted on the spot, not moving an inch, afraid that any change would break the spell. The sudden wave of longing that washed over her came as a surprise. The sharp ache that quickly followed didn’t.

Then there was anger.

He took one more step towards her and tilted his head to the side, giving the impression of being unsure if he was looking at threat or prey.

Hoping she was neither, she stood still. She could feel her heart beating in her throat, uncomfortably aware of the tension building in the air. It was like the climate changed and became hotter, the air sticky and suffocating, shaped by the emotions of her inner turmoil.

He took a step toward her, and then she felt the Fade shift.

It was her own doing.

Suddenly she was alone again, overlooking the same mountains where Skyhold stood proudly in the distance. Her home.

She felt relieved that she could breathe again. The air was lighter, the sky brighter, although everything in the fade had a disorienting, ghostlike quality to it. Colors were more intense and subdued at the same time, clouded by a mist you could see only when you focused on it intensely.

Her racing pulse calmed down as she kept her attention on the familiar mountains. Two falcons slowly circled the sky, its colors giving the impression of a setting sun.

‘He is only a stranger. A stranger you once knew’, she told herself over and over.

Yet, he did not scare her. At least not for the reasons one should be afraid of a massive ghostly wolf-shadow trailing their subconscious.

Perhaps she should have confided in Lelliana, Cullen or Josephine about his presence in her dreams. But the Inquisition was no more, so sharing these developments felt... too personal, too intimate. She didn't want to think about it. Nor, for that matter, did she want anyone else to.

The Dreadwolf has your scent.

Why was he still keeping his tabs on her, even after their goodbyes?

'I will never forget you.'

No of course not, idiot, if he kept following her like this!

She could feel her anger shaping the Fade around her, the soft, wispy clouds and sharp mountain peaks crumbling. She was taken to a place darker. Deep down, deep roads, stone, damp air, echoes of fighting. A darkspawns’ screech bounced around on the slick walls of the chasm. Still far in the distance but growing louder with each panicked breath she took. The high pitch surrounded her. Darkness enveloped her like a suffocating blanket. The screams of the dead in her memories ringing like white noise in her ear, drowning out her thoughts except; ’Can’t breath!’.

Panicked, she started to run.

Feet thump, thump, thumping on the slippery stones. The echoes grew louder, a horde of demon’s awakened by the steady rhythm of her long strides. She was a hunter being hunted. The echoes of the past not brought forth by demon’s of anger or fear, but by her own traumatized subconscious. Looking for a way out.

Abruptly she skipped to a halt. Reaching for the amulet.

There were no demons. They can’t reach her.

All of a sudden she could hear a voice breaking through the clouds of her panic.

“Allana, breathe like we practiced, you are in control.” a strange voice resonated from the walls, seeming to come from all sides at once and yet far away. A voice she could recognize everywhere.

The revelation shocked her, but grounded her mind. The demons were drawing near. Memories, which could do no more physical harm unless she let them. Remembering what part would come next she needed to end it here. Right now.

She closed her eyes, taking a breath.

In through the nose-

-one, two, three, four.

Hold for five seconds, let go for six.

She opened her eyes and was again back looking at the sharp outlines of the Frostback Mountains.

The image shifted and the air smelled of spring. Warmth.

Soft winds blowing across open planes. A body of water flowing like a silver snake across the landscape, casting crystallized reflections on billowing trees. A group white halla taking off, startled by her sudden appearance. She watched them for a moment as they darted across the grass in a dance; a playful homage to freedom. They slowly disappeared along the soft edges of her dream, carrying memories of her life with the Dalish. Of an old home, and a life before the world was ending.

Safe.

On the horizon she could just see the tilt of the head of a wolf, watching from afar. Waiting.

She remembered the voice.

She could not suppress the shiver running along her spine. She wondered what would happen if she called out to him.

She never did.

She missed her friends.

Somehow her shadow in the Fade made her feel more lonesome.

It almost became a routine. Push and pull. Following and being followed. It was like a game. She realized with some humor the parallel between their dynamic during the early inquisition years and now. Some things never change.

She would like to talk about her confusing feelings with someone that would understand. But who would? Who could sympathize with a woman, the herald, falling for the affections of the enemy in disguise?

When would she be strong enough to break the chains of their entanglement?

Did she not deserve some peace and quiet? To find out who she was without the responsibilities and expectations resting on her shoulders?

But her work was not over.

She had considered stepping away, and letting things unfold without interfering. But she couldn’t. Tired as she was, she didn't know how not to be Inquisitor Lavellan.

All she needed now was a plan.

How to stop your ex-lover from destroying the world? Your ex-lover, who was, by the way, also an ancient Elvhen God and probably the most powerful Mage to walk the planet?

That did not sound impossible at all.

Damn, she really just kept handing out new book ideas to Varric, didn't she?

Whenever the desire to reach out came up, she swallowed it down.

She didn’t want comforting words from her friends, nor their pitied looks and gentle skirting around certain subjects.

'Are you sure you're alright? If you need anyone to talk to...'

After the Exalted Council she had turned down all invitations to her friends’ new lives for the time being. She promised to visit once she was ready, and that was enough for them to accept her evasion. For now.

Except Dorian was not having any of it.

He had cornered her the day before she was scheduled to leave. She hadn't wanted a goodbye but he had convinced her he was planning no such thing.

"Only a present for my dearest friend. Looking as glum as you do I would almost fear sadness is contagious," he had said with a pout.

She had fixed him with a glare, but there had been no true malice behind it. Dorian was perhaps the only one not treating her as if she was made from glass. She appreciated that about him.

"You know a present is not going to convince me to join you in Tevinter, darling dearest," she patted his cheek patronizingly, batting her eyelashes for extra effect.

"Of course not! I wouldn't dare to manipulate you with something so banal as a gift. Who do you think I am? I would at least try to seduce you with my good looks first." He gave her an exaggerated wink and she couldn't stop something that almost resembled an honest smile. She raised her eyebrows at his flirtations. He was laying it on a little bit thick, even for Dorian's standards.

Perhaps humor was the only thing guarding the show of real concern from his face.

"Without further ado, then. Come on, hands out."

He revealed a small package wrapped in cloth and tied closed with a string of leather.

She hesitantly held out her hand as Dorian sandwiched it between his own, the package a comforting shape in the palm of her hand.

She stared at their joined hands for a moment, swallowing whatever words she would have used to deflect his show of care.

He squeezed her hand once and let go.

"It's not going to unwrap itself, Allana."

She sighed, glad that his sarcasm broke through the tender moment. He knew she appreciated his friendship. She is also aware he's worried about her, like they all are. She was just bad at accepting any kind of support, afraid that leveling the slightest bit of weight from her shoulders would cause it all to come crashing down, burying her fully.

She needed to be Inquisitor for only one day longer, to keep up the pretense of strength and composure. She could deal with whatever might come crashing down after she left. But not now. Not yet.

"Yes, yes," she huffed at his impatience. Maker, give a girl a moment to compose herself!

She unwrapped the bundle and found an amulet, the telltale pulse of enchantment around it. She looked up at him, waiting for the explanation that would no doubt come.

"This will give us an opportunity to communicate directly, no matter how far away you are. I know you will be miserable without my voice pestering you over the coming months," He pulled out a similar-looking amulet from under his collar and tucked it back, giving her a gentle smile.

She blinked at the wetness threatening to spill over.

He grasped her shoulders and gently pulled her into a hug. She was glad for the excuse to avert her eyes.

Dorian never mentioned her not-so-subtle lack of grip on her emotions. He knew when she needed the space.

He continued, "It also helps you block out unwanted attention in the fade. No terror demons will find you when you sleep at night and no other spirit will be able to communicate if you don't wish for it. It keeps you bound to your own head, in a sense." She was not sure how Dorian knew about the kind of attention she’s received in the fade, but she’s touched nonetheless.

"Thank you, Dorian," Ellana mumbles into the fabric of his tunic. "Don't expect me to talk every day though."

"No need, darling. It just makes me happy to know you ignoring me is a conscious choice, and doesn’t mean you are lying in a ditch somewhere."

She snorts, a very undignified sound. "After all I've been through, that ditch doesn't know what's coming for them."

"As long as that fighter spirit never leaves you, my friend," She chuckles wordlessly into his shoulder. She doesn't feel much like a fighter at the moment, although her rogue skills are a second instinct.

She is tired. But she’s looking for something more comfortable than a ditch just yet.

"Thank you, Dorian."

"Don't get all emotional on me, darling."

She will miss him, but she has to go.

The nightmares that had plagued her for weeks vanished after she started to wear the amulet. It was truly Dorian to know the source of the bags under her eyes without her needing to say a word.

'Bad night?' was all he had to ask, and the look she gave him was enough to know.

Years ago, about a month after he had joined the Inquisition, it had only taken one evening of getting drunk together in a cozy corner of the library to share all the secrets that haunted them at night. While the candles burned low, she learned how their experience of the future at Redcliffe had left a deep impression on them both. The red, terrible future of Corypheus’ would-be victory. Thankfully it was not a future she would have to experience again. That was at least one thing she got right.

He was her closest friend after that evening, their shared pain forming a bond like no other. Ha! Who would have thought. A Tevinter Magister and a Dalish elf? Well, she was never fond of living an ordinary life anyway. It takes one to know one.

The only thing haunting her now was a nightmare of her own creation. Made of pain, self loathing and longing, twisting uncomfortably in the hollow of her chest.

That is one thing the amulet will not help her with: the ghost of a broken heart.

She had yet to find a way to live with it, but time heals all wounds. Or so they say.

But then, why, after revealing his plans, did he tell her that he would like to be proven wrong once again? Why taunt her into resuming their game of evade and catch?

Except if you're called Fen'Harel. Too pridefull to accept your failure, somehow incapable of letting go of your evil plans to restore the glory of the ancient Elvhes and simultaneously doom the lives of all other living beings and the world as we know it.

Damn it all and damn his insufferable pride.

For someone refusing to call himself a god, he sure does like to play with the faiths of mortals.

And why did she believe the sincerity in his eyes when he said it? The pain in the tilt of his brow and the clench of his jaw, the way his voice broke when he said goodbye?

He had called her Vhenan, and walked away. Did she imagine the tremble in his hands, just before he stepped through the Eluvian?

Why had he kept himself hidden from her, lied to her, for years?

What makes a cause worth it, if you have to destroy so much on the way?

Why, Solas?

No, not Solas. Not anymore.

Fen'Harel.

She is going after him.

There must be a reason he can’t let her go. If he haunts her dreams, does that mean he still thinks of her when he’s awake? It must mean that there is something still there, pulling her to him. Perhaps only a side effect of the magic from the anchor, but could it be something more?

He said once things were easier for him in the fade. All she knows right now is that he tried to reach out to her in a dream before she boarded the ship.

He even spoke her name when she got lost in a nightmare. He helped her escape her darkest thoughts. Why?

But was it really him in the dreams? Was this wolf form his true identity? Why doesn’t he show the face that she had come to know? Are the greys of his eyes even his true color? Or are they red and multiplied by three?

In the dream she stepped away out of fear and that fear fuelled her subconscious mind. Afraid of confrontation. Scared to find a fresh tear in her threadbare composure, with the wounds still raw from his betrayal and abandonment.

To fall apart before him while she had slowly tried to mend the pieces back together, that was not something she was ready for.

She wasn’t strong enough.

How much has he kept hidden from her and how much of what he shared had been real?

Ugh, now there’s a terrifying thought.

Is it possible that he can be at more places at the same time. Dreaming while awake?

Being an immensely powerful immortal mage and all, she really has no exact idea of the extent of his power.

She looked out over the open expanse of the sea. Rippling waves and cutting winds shaping the world around her like a smudged painting of greys and muted pthalo greens. The salt had chapped her lips, and the strands of hair that had escaped her braid whip her face and wipe at her tears like feathered fingers.

She hadn't seen him in her dreams for the last three days, since setting sail on the open ocean. What did it mean? Did he ignore her perhaps? Were there not enough spirits to whisper of her location?

She was not going to admit to missing her grey shadow welcoming her to sleep for the last couple of months.

Somehow being by herself for a few days, truly by herself, made it easier to recover her focus. She was not going to run away anymore. She could not abandon the world she once vowed to save.

She made him doubt his perspective once before. She can do it again.

Right?

She is Inquisitor Ellana Lavellan, first of her clan. She has been many things in her short life; Herald, Dalish, knife-ear, a beacon of hope. Lover, friend, enemy. An anchor to the world behind the veil.

She had united nations and destroyed treacherous plots. She had traveled through time and back again. She had fought nightmares, ancient darkspawn, dragons and demons. She has walked physically through the Fade, damn it!

She had fallen in love with a god. Had been betrayed by her lover. He saved her life and then took her arm.

She had promised she would not give up on him. He had said he would never forget her.

None of those experiences managed to destroy her, although they came close a few times. None of those titles made her forget who she was and what she believed in, and they will not be her undoing now.

She was Elana Lavellan. They say heroes are not destined for a long life, but could she linger long enough to beat the Dreadwolf at his own game?

Did she even have a chance? Or would she end up petrified, a grey and decaying sculpture in the garden of his pride? Would they sing songs of the Dreadwolf’s lover? Would they say that if you listen closely to her chest you can still hear the beating of his heart?

The only reason she was still alive is because he willed it.

That didn’t really sound like the equal and emancipated relationship she envisioned when she dreamed of the future long ago, now does it?

But the look in his eyes. The pain she glimpsed when he left her in crestwood. And then, the times where his body betrayed what the heart wanted. He had tried to hide it, but there was no doubt in her mind that he had desired her. The desperation in his kiss on the balcony at Skyhold. 'Ar lath ma', whispered like a confession, 'vhenan' a prayer on his lips. And then in the crossroads the gentleness in the movement of gold-plated fingers, grazing her ear and softening the pulsating pain of the anchor ripping her apart. His lips pressing to hers like it was the sweetest honeyed lie he told her yet. Like it wasn’t a goodbye.

She is going to chase that last sliver of hope. It is all she has.

She must create a thread, to pull him from his web of plotting and lies. There must be some way to keep his focus on the value of this world. To show him it was worth saving. An anchor of some kind.

The journey at sea would take one more day at most. The best course of action would be to visit the alienage of Kirkwall. She had heard of the elves leaving the city, answering a call. She must be able to uncover one of his agent’s to dig for more information. Could she disguise herself? Without her arm she would always stand out like a sore thumb. Everybody knew the stories of the knife eared Inquisitor and her stolen arm. The Dreadwolf’s agent must know of her importance in the game. Knowing that she had been close to their leader once, she could turn out to be a potential weakness.

Okay, so first she would find a smith and fabricate herself an arm substitute. Oh how she missed Dagna. The dwarven woman must have had a million ideas for hidden daggers in a fake arm! She could meet with Varric in secret, and use his contacts in the city. She hadn’t planned to stay in Kirkwall for more than a day, but she’s sure her friend wouldn’t mind the surprise. He shouldn’t have given her the city's key if he hadn’t anticipated her showing up unannounced.

Okay, step one, disguise her arm. Step two, disguise her identity. Step tree: find more information.

What is Fen’Harel gathering the Elves for? Promises of a better world? Are they joining of their free will or is it some kind of death cult compulsion? No he wouldn't go that far… or would he? She has to find out. The more gaps in her knowledge about him, the wilder her imagination is going to get.

The ocean calms her mind. The harsh winds wipe away the doubt and leave her mind clear and focused.

She has a purpose, a plan.

On the horizon she can slowly spot the soft outlines of Starkhaven forming in the distance. They are nearing land.

The wolf hunts alone, but she is lonely too.

And she is coming for him.

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Notes:

My second try at writing a Solavellan piece, but the first one I ever uploaded on AO3! Hope you liked it. :)

Big thanks to my sister @colorandvigor for being my beta and having an amazing grasp of gramar. Note, english is not my first language.

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iridescentmemoria · 10 months

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Wanted : RP PARTNER

Hello there! Do you like Roleplaying? Are you an experienced RPer who is looking for a chaotic/exciteable friend? Do you enjoy giggling about horribly sad/fluffy/angsty plotlines together? THEN YOU MIGHT BE IN THE RIGHT PLACE! I'm looking for an RP partner. I'm 28F. I live in Europe and i'm an experienced RPer with close to over 10 years of experience. Additionally, i'm a writer. I'm billingual, but I am more than literate with the English language. I'm looking for a RP partner who is :

Literate in English

18+ is an absolute must ( nsfw friendly )

Looking for heartwrenching plotlines and toothrotting sweetness

Capable of dealing with chaotic ramblings ( ADHD hyperfocus )

Either short term OR Long term RP's ( I don't mind either ) Ships/Pairings :

TOS Spirk ( spock x kirk ) Also including the Chris pine universe one, you know what I mean, and different AU's are welcome!

Aceslinger ( Ace visconti x The Deathslinger ) From the Dead by daylight game/universe. Although I am totally willing to rp different AU's

Harringrove ( Billy x Steve ) From Stranger Things, AU's are welcome!

Eivor x Sigurd From Assassin's creed: Valhalla, Au's are welcome.

Solavellan ( Solas x Lavellan ) From Dragon age Inquisition. This can be either my lavellan, or yours, or someone new we think of. AU's are welcome!

Cassaric ( Cassandra x Varric ) From Dragon age inquisition, I love them both to death. Au's are welcome!

Ineffable Husbands ( Aziraphale x Crowley ) From Good Omens, Looking for a MxM rp. I am willing to rp both characters. Au's are welcome. I have yet to see the latest season so I will need to catch up first if you want to include the recent developements. Otherwise I can just tag along ;)

Vandermorgan ( Dutch van der linde x Arthur morgan ) From Red dead redemption 2. Au's are welcome!

Gigolas ( legolas x gimli ) Lord of the rings, AU's welcome!

Bagginshield ( Bilbo x Thorin ) The hobbit/Lord of the rings, Au's welcome!

Barduil ( Bard x Thranduil ) Lord of the rings/The Hobbit, Au's welcome! Other fandoms and pairings are also welcome! I have many, many ships, too many to write down here. If you are interested, message me and we can figure out if this is something we can/want to rp. <3

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broodwolf221 · 26 days

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Happy Fridayyy for DADWC: "this can't be all there is." for Solas/whoever you prefer?

oof. this got real angsty! briefly exploring a no-inquisitor au here, where they have no means of sealing the rifts/breach @dadrunkwriting 339 words cws: guilt, angst, etc.

“This was where we lost it all,” Cassandra said as they walked through the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. He agreed, although he could hardly voice his own feelings on the matter.

His orb was missing, his Anchor destroyed, and everything was wrong. These ruins were her despair, and his. Eventually she sat down on a fallen column, the dust outlining what had once been remarkable carvings, now distorted by the impact, the magic, and the built up debris. After a moment he sat beside her.

They had been in this area for months now. He kept trying to come up with a new solution, a means of closing the rifts and the Breach itself, but nothing had worked. She had been so angry with him at first—in many ways, that had been better.

The first night that she had turned to him with frustrated, bitter tears in her eyes… it had changed everything. He had held his arms open, an invitation, and she took it. She sobbed against his chest, furious with herself, with the world, with her inability to fix this. Each shaky confession, every frustration, had felt like it cored him. It was all so painfully familiar.

“I can't do anything, Solas!” Nor could he, not any longer. “Why can't I fix this? I have to be able to fix this!” So must he, yet he did not know how. “This can't be all there is!” But it was.

He still tried. She still tried. The few others who remained still tried. But they all knew they were only buying time. Unless they could find a way to seal the rifts and the Breach, this world was doomed. It would die a slow death.

He deserved to die with it. But it helped her when he held her hand, as he did now.

Perhaps that was the only purpose left to him. The only apology that could be made. Sitting beside someone he had grown to love until the end came for them both.

#broodwrites #dadw time #solas #cassandra

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rosella-writes · 2 months

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Thanks for the tag @plisuu 💚 I’ll go ahead and loop in @sulky-valkyrie @darethshirl @inquisimer @demarogue and @exalted-dawn if they like but no pressure.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 102

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 520k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Most recently Dragon Age, but I’ve written for Fallout, Skyrim, Sherlock, and Twilight in the past.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Needle and the Shield (Alistair/Zevran tattoo smut)

don’t feed me (I will come back) (Male Lavellan/Dorian/Solas threesome smut)

pick a star from the sky (Solas Holds a Baby)

Basvaraad (Solas saves a saarebas)

Demands of the Arishok (Arishok/Female Hawke)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Eventually. I keep them in my inbox for a while and just look at em.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It’s hard to chooooose but I think the gift I wrote for @dreadfutures focusing on two Mahariels and the loss of Tamlen to the Blight is a pretty angsty one.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This Solas x Cassandra piece is the fluffiest and happiest thing I have in my catalogue I think, mainly because I ended it before the breakup lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I used to in older fandoms.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh yes, all kinds. Usually of the poly/kinky/queer variety.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Dragon Age/the Green Knight lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A couple times, mainly with friends just for fun! It’s challenging but worth it if you don’t get hung up on where it’s heading or when you finish.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? I’m such a sucker for solavellan but all time? Nine x Rose

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My old longfic, Eunoia. It’s just very unlike anything I write now or want to pursue plotwise.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and emotions and smut oh my

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing and plot

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to be pretty particular about my Elvhen translations especially, but now I translate it and indicate what language is being spoken.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Sherlock

20. Favorite fic you've written? I’m so proud of this Loghain piece I wrote (and finished!) of his time serving the Inquisition.

Blank form under the cut!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#my writing #tag game

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rpgchoices · 10 months

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got a surprise hankering for Sad Mages, so, since you're my go to for RPG related questions, any chance you'd know any good ones, outside of the Dragon Age series?

i. would just really like a sad little mage to think about Real Hard

Do you mean sad mages in general or sad mages to romance? ALSO THAT IS SO NICE, THANK YOU!

I will do both! (Excluding Dragon Age as you already played that)

They are also in vague order of my personal preference

Sad mages you can romance:

REGONGAR MY LOVE. Regongar is a magus from Pathfinder Kingmaker and one of my favourite characters and romances in all videogames. He is full on angsty, boisterous. You can romance him in an ot3 with other sad mage Octavia. Angst everywhere (but happy things too!)

Gale (male character, any gender can romance him) from the newly released Baldur's Gate 3. He is the classic of what you are looking for, I think! He is a bit less sad mage than Anders and Solas, and more on the determined side of things.

Fane (male character, you can romance him with any gender), is an undead, a wizard and probably the most involved character in the plot of Divinity Original Sin 2.

Aloth (m, any gender) from Pillars of Eternity 2 (and 1), he is probably similar to the sad mage trope you are looking for!! He is a great companion in game 1, and you can romance him in game 2!

Viconia (cleric) and Aerie from Baldur's Gate 2. I don't remember much of Aerie, but Viconia was an interesting (evil) companion with some great dialogue. Both are female characters only romancable by a male character.

Sad mages you cannot romance:

Virgil (Arcanum of Steamwork and Magick Obscura) - he is pretty sad, and can even be sadder depending on the choices. Adorable bff companion of the game

Likho from the Dreamfall Chapters series is a magic user if I remember correctly. Not sure if he falls into the sad mage idea you are looking for but he is for sure SAD and stubborn, and you can soften him up!

The game Unavowed also has a mage among its main characters, with a pretty interesting story (sad old man! but not too sad, or too old!)

Not sure how well it fits, but Ash of Gods: Redemption also has a pathetic sad mage man as one of the player characters!

#gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #regongar #viconia #aloth corfiser #ask

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