#Ghilani

[lillotte17]

For a solavellan prompt? Guilty Solas post defeat when he and Lavellan are trying to build a new life and Lavellan getting a bit fed up with the self-pity, but it ends with mutual comforting.

Solas sits by the fire outside a large aravel, making a brave attempt at a pot of herbal tea with trace amounts of elfroot. The smell of the drink is not a bad one in and of itself, but it cannot help but be reminiscent of the taste, which he still finds abhorrent no matter how it has been prepared. He has been accused on numerous occasions of being incapable of making a decent cup of tea, to which he takes exception, as he would argue that it is fundamentally impossible to make a ‘good’ cup of tea.

Regardless, it seems to be one of the few things he has ever tried to learn which he has failed to excel at, but Aili is resting, and if she wants a soothing beverage, his are the only hands available to put to the task.

He gazes through the steam rising from the kettle, past the little clearing where they have made their camp, and out into the dense line of trees surrounding them. The colors of the sky shift, pale rainbow hues reflecting the reaches of the Fade just beyond. Not Veiled, but held. Dreams and reality seeping into one another gently, without either being overrun or locked away. Eventually, things will return to how they had once been. The world will slowly grow itself back into its magic and its wonders. Spirits and physical beings will have chances to learn how to live in peace and understanding. No more darkspawn hordes and Blights. No more Evanuris. No more Dread Wolves to burn away the past in chaos and destruction.

They live in seclusion, as they must, for now. Not everyone is as merciful as the former Inquisitor, and his crimes are numerous and ancient; the cause of so much suffering across countless ages. The weight of them is still suffocating most days, but he has done all that he can do to make it right. To live is his atonement. To carry the past and everything that was lost within his heart like a beacon, scorching the space between his lungs until he turns to ash. He will remember, and if the ones who come next ask him for the truth, he will give it to them. And if they curse his name, he will carry that, too.

Even if it breaks him.

He is accustomed to solitude, and lean living in the wilds, but with the loss of his agents, and his Heart at his side, it all feels new and bright and strange. Their single land ship is less of a home than he had claimed in the days of the empire -not a single floating crystal spire or an attendant to be found- and it is more of a home in some ways, too. They never stay in one place for more than a few months together, but he has a rhythm and a pattern and a place here. One of his own choosing. His own making. Quiet and peace and a freedom he has not known since long before he took up the mantel of Fen’Harel.

“Are you out here burning water again?” Aili asks in a thin rasp from the entrance to their tent. She looks mussed and haggard. Swathed in blankets and holding more in her one remaining arm.

“You should be resting,” he chastises without much heat. “I will bring your tea when it is ready.”

She snorts.

“As if you’d recognize when tea was ready.”

“Regardless of quality, my attempt is all there is to be had,” he reminds her archly. “Surely you were not so desperate for some boiled leaves that you felt the need to get out of bed to supervise.”

“…You were gone when I woke up.” Her voice is soft. Just shy of shaking. “You know I hate that.”

Solas lets out a huff, surprised and nearly offended.

“You think that I would abandon you now?” he wonders, “Today of all days?”

The beat of silence that follows stretches out long enough to make them both frown.

“…If you left, I do not think it would be your choice.” Aili says at last.

“It would not.” Solas agrees readily.

“But you did not think you had a choice when you sought to tear the Veil down, either.” She reminds him.

He sighs and glances away.

“But whatever the cause…I do not think I could bear to be without you again.” Aili tells him, her voice breaking on the last word.

He looks back at her, his expression wounded and worried, extending his hand in wordless offering. She shuffles towards him slowly, even with healing magic, she is sore and exhausted. She has no free hand available to grasp his fingers with, so she passes him the bundle she had been carrying, and sinks down onto the grass beside him with a long exhale of breath.

Solas freezes, caught off guard at the sudden offering, as he looks down into the blankets at the tiny sleeping face of his daughter.

It is not his first time holding her, of course. His hands were the first to receive her into this world. He had cut her cord, cleaned her gently, and passed her into her mother’s waiting arms. Her little pointed ears are still slightly bent from the manner of her arrival, and her features are a bit flushed and flattened, but there are still obvious traces of both himself and his Heart in every inch of her.

“You would endure without me, Vhenan.” He tells her softly. “You are the strongest most vibrant person I have known. If it came to it, I know you would find the means of keeping yourself and our daughter safe from harm. Even if you had to do it on your own.”

“Do not ask it of me.” Aili says, the tone of her voice is commanding and insistent. She grips his sweater with her one remaining hand, pressing her face into his shoulder, and breathing him in deep. “I have endured enough. We both have. Just because I never found the limit of my reserves doesn’t mean they don’t exist. I deserve a life of peace with the man I love. And our child deserves to know her father.”

Solas smiles, but it makes him ache to the very marrow of his bones.

“And I do not deserve either of you.”

  Aili frowns at him.

“It’s a little late to be talking like that, isn’t it?”

“Do not misunderstand,” he hurries to clarify, “I have regrets beyond counting, but you -either of you- could never be one of them. My desires are unchanged. My love for you has only deepened with time, as I knew it would. And I know it will continue to do so, even as the long years pass us by, and our daughter grows. It is simply that… My actions have stolen the very joy I covet now from so many. It was not my intent, but I do not suppose my intentions mattered very much to those who suffered and died because of the Veil I wrought, or the orb I allowed Corypheus to find. Or all the things that came after.”

She lifts her hand to touch his face. The touch is gentle, but the emotion in her violet eyes is intense and solemn. Her thumb traces the sharp angle of his cheek as she considers how to respond.

“I think…you are right,” Aili tells him with a sigh. “Your intentions will mean little to those who have been lost or injured in the chaos that followed the creation of the Veil. But…I do not think any amount of self-flagellation would appease them, either. Killing you will not give them back their lives, or heal the other wounds that may have been inflicted. The revenge of it may taste sweet for a moment, but it would not fix the things that were broken.”

A tear slides down his face, but she brushes it away. He takes a deep shuddering breath, accepting her words without rebuttal. His arms tighten around his sleeping daughter and she squirms slightly, making a vague noise of protest.  

“You always give yourself too much credit, Ma sa’lath.” Aili chastises him quietly while checking that the baby is not about to wake. “I suppose with a name that means ‘pride,’ you cannot help it much. You are not innocent in the tragedies that befell the world, but that does not make you guilty for all of them either. You made mistakes, and some of them were terrible. Some may not even be forgivable. But you helped people, too. You healed those who were hurting. You freed thousands from slavery. You saved my life more times than I can count. When you saw that you were wrong, you changed. You stopped. You tried to fix the things that had gone awry. I do not think that it is necessary or wise for you to forget the errors that you made in the past, but… I would ask that you try to remember the good you have done as well. I know I do.”

“The misjudgments far outweigh the acts of altruism, I’m afraid,” He sighs.

“Well…you could change that,” Aili points out, smiling faintly. “What’s the use of living forever if you can’t spend that time growing into the person that you want to be? Once things settle down, there’s nothing stopping us from wandering Thedas helping people where we can.”

“You do not wish to rejoin your clan?” Solas wonders.

“I…accepted the fact that I could never go back to them a long time ago,” Aili says with a shake of her head. “I miss them all, but even if your infamy were not an issue, the former Inquisitor is still a target for plenty of idiots trying to make a name for themselves. I’m their First, and I have to protect them, even if it means staying away.”

“And I am sorry for that, too.” He bows his head.

“Don’t be.” She shrugs. “It is…not the life I thought I would have, but it is not a bad one. You are my clan now. Both of you. It is enough. More than enough. It’s everything.”

Solas leans forward and kisses her cheek tenderly.

The baby wriggles, waking in earnest this time. She squints up at the brightness of the sky with the same violet eyes as her mother. Solas pulls the blanket up higher to give her some shade, rocking her slightly as Aili hums to her and offers her fingers as a distraction. The baby does not seem overly distressed for now, merely observing the world around her as best she can, and wondering at it all.

“I…hope I can teach her well enough to avoid the sorts of mistakes that I made,” Solas says after a few quiet moments of watching her.

“You are an excellent teacher,” Aili grins, “But I also think it would be almost impossible for anyone else to repeat your mistakes, Ma sa’lath. You’re a tough act to follow.”

“Suppose I…” he frowns, a deep line of worry furrowing his brow, “What if I continue to make mistakes? What if something else goes wrong, and I try to fix it, only to watch the world shatter and she-”

“Shh,” Aili soothes, “She will teach you, too. Our daughter will grow and change along with this world as it comes back into its magic. You will learn to love and care for it through her eyes. She will not lead you astray. Ma ghilana, Da’vhenan.”

“Ma ghilana, Da’vhenan,” Solas echoes, smiling down at his daughter’s face.

She offers him a pleased sounding burble in reply.

“…Ghilani.” He suggests softly.

Aili smiles, warm and bright.

“Ghilani,” she agrees.   

#Solavellan #solas x lavellan #solas #lavellan #aili lavellan #Ghilani #soalvellan family #fic #replies #thank you for sending me a prompt!!! ToT

[tuxedo-rabbit]

BOO they wont let me take Shale to rescue Anora

#it's Ghilani's fave tank #the outrage #nothing suspicious about my 8ft tall rock friend #ignore it!

[talegatesad]

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[ebouks]

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[dalish-gloves]

👶 pretty please 🥺 for Feyriel 💕

fdsfsad you asked for both baby feyriel and feyriel + animal friend, and i just so happen to have had a wip lying around that was both...so i just cleaned that up instead. 🥺   Feyriel and his lifelong friend, Ghilani. Neither of them know it yet but they have a few decades worth of companionship and mutual hazing ahead of them.

#ghilani #feyriel lavellan #halla #lavellan #dragon age #thank u..... #art #my art

[albarkaat]

#Yaa #Gauth #AlMadad #Jilani #Ghilani #Baghdad #AbdulQadirJilani #Madad #Qadri #Qadir #Sufi #Sufism #Taqwa #Spiritual #Noor #GauthAlAazam #Iraq #Ghilan #Gaus #Shrine #Tomb #Noor #Spirit

#spirit #iraq #noor #qadri #ghilani #almadad #tomb #taqwa #jilani #spiritual #sufism #gauthalaazam #ghilan #gaus #gauth #qadir #madad #yaa #sufi #baghdad #abdulqadirjilani #shrine

[sakurabunnie]

Could you give me some domestic fluff with Maxwell/Adahl or Maxwell/Ascan please? I've seen too much angst with Maxwell today and need him being happy and enjoying some sweet domestic fluff.

You want fluff? I’ve got your fluff! :D

It was late when Adahl returned from his mission, he was sore, exhausted, and it never felt so good to be back home. He had hoped he would get home in time to see his youngest children before their bed time but judging by how dark it was he knew it was extremely unlikely. That is if they hadn’t convinced Maxwell to let them stay up late again. Adahl couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his Vhenan. They had originally planned to have a family outing with the five of them but he was called away for an emergency mission that required his skills. Maxwell took it in stride and volunteered to take the kids out himself. He gave Adahl his classic grin and called it his bonding time with the kids.

As Adahl passed through the kitchen to grab a late snack since he missed dinner, he came across his eldest child,Assan, who seemed to be grabbing a late night snack himself. He greeted his father with a hug and told him that the last he saw his sisters, Maxwell was reading them a story in his and Adahl’s room. Adahl bid his son a goodnight and headed to see if they might still be there. The moment he entered the room and laid eyes on his Vhenan and daughters, Adahl had to quickly slap a hand over his mouth to smother a laugh. Maxwell lay propped up on their bed with his daughters Atisha and Ghilani at his sides and a book on his chest. Maxwell once again had vallaslin painted on his face, the design matching his own this time, with several tiny bows tied and sticking out in several directions in his short, auburn hair. All three of them were fast asleep.

Adahl quickly changed into his nightclothes and walked over to his sleeping Vhenan to gently pick the book up off his chest and place it on the nightstand next to the bed. He then lifted the covers and crawled into bed next to little Ghilani trying not to wake them. The movement slightly woke his groggy Vhenan who gave him a gentle smile when he laid eyes on him. Adahl leaned over Ghilani to give his Vhenan a quick peck on his lips before whispering that he should go back to sleep. As he watched his lover fall back asleep with his children curled up by their side a sense of peace overcame him.

He may be called away on annoying missions but in the end it doesn’t matter when he has this to come home to.

#hobbithase #adahl lavellan #assan #atisha #ghilani #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #adahl x maxwell #hopefully adahl isn't too out of character! ^_^;; #also sorry about any grammar mistakes it's late and i can't be bothered to check them! XD #i'll have another drabble of fluff coming tomorrow! :D

[wortfinder]

Vision snippet - Pillowtalk (German)

“Ich mag deine Brüste.” Dariush schielte sie von unter einem Wust frisch gewaschener dunkler Locken her an und lächelte, als er eine der besagten Brüste mit seiner Hand umfasste. Sie hatte Recht gehabt, auf der weißen Wäsche des Futons sah er aus wie ein erotischer Traum, den jemand zum Leben erweckt hatte. 

Lara rümpfte die Nase und konzentrierte sich wieder auf die Muster, die sie langsam seine Seite hinauf und hinunter malte. “Sie sind klein.” 

“Nicht in Proportion. Die können ja nichts dafür, dass du nur ein laufender Meter bist und halb so breit.”

Laras Finger stoppten. “Es braucht nicht jeder soviel Platz für sein aufgeblasenen Ego, wie du.”

#Vision #Dariush Ghilani #Lara Connor

[sayrielle]

ko-fi sketch for @virghilani !! 

Support me on Ko-fi? ;w;

#ffxiv #miqo'te #my art #vir ghilani

[lemezitout]

@vir-ghilani lovely couple : Ellorian Lavellan and Thelrion Vaharel! I was your secret santa for  @santa-age <3 Happy Holidays to you!

And a big thank you to @vilemie for hosting this event 💖

#santa age #ellorian lavellan #thelrion vaharel #vir-ghilani #bo's art #dragon age

[nipuni]

commissions commissions

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #mass effect andromeda #DnD #Neverwinter #my art #commissions #some of them @@ #warsonghold #trustmevhenan #imonox #vir-ghilani #laskulls #dartheames

[samzing]

چَل مِرے دِل چلیں...

#Ishq #Raqs #Shaam #Urdu #urdu poetry #urdu shairi #Noshi ghilani #Dil #Nasha

[esser-z]

Alternate Lord of the Rings ending where, while the Fellowship are traveling, some kid walks into Mordor and catches Sauron in a pokeball.

#lord of the rings #pokemon #vir ghilani

[eveninglottie]

Has Roslyn changed from your original vision of her character? If so, how?

So I talked about this in the other post, but Roslyn changed a lot from my initial conception of her to who she is now. I can’t say too much about what I see as her eventual story arc, since it’s spoilerific, but like I said in the other post, she has definitely gotten a bit more mature and controlling, a little more even-keeled compared to the first go through of Ascendant (she ran off into the wilderness a few times in the first fic, now she just sort of walks off lol). As far as who she was before fic, she used to be associated with fire rather than like...arcane or spiritual energy (which was in response to me wanting Force magic back in DA:I). She was not always biracial either. That was something that became specific to her in fic because I was frustrated by the “half-elves are just humans” justification in canon. She has always had huge curly red hair, though, which is 100% a self-insert because that’s the kind of hair I have always wanted. 

#thank you sweetie <3 #vir-ghilani

[sansbanshees]

For the WIP meme (sorry it's so late >_>;;) Sigh?

Nah, you’re not! I’m pretty much always up for this meme, friend

“I sent for the apostate masquerading about as Andraste’s chosen herald. You are no such thing,” the Lord Seeker spits out, his restraint fraying. “Yet your reputation precedes you. Your record stands unblemished—until its regrettable end.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Speak, if you will. I permit you that much for your years of service.”

#wip meme #suz writes #asked and answered #vir-ghilani

[first-flower-of-my-house]

1, 11, 13?

Thanks for the ask! I’ll do these for the D&D version of her, Dairine Clearflame.1. List five basic facts about your OC.

•The two things that stay the same for every version of her are her appearance, and her siblings (except for Dairine Sheppard for the siblings one).•She’s loosely based on Dairine Callahan from the book series Young Wizards by Diane Duane. That’s where I got her hair and eye color from, her name, and a few personality traits. It’s an amazing series that you should definitely check out if you’ve never heard of it. •Her favorite animals are cats.•She knows how to use a bow.•She loves to read.

11. What does your OC want for their birthday?

Dairine would want to be able to see her sister again for the first time in 24 years cause of a ritual her sister did.

13. Describe your OC’s living situation.

She’s a high ranking noble who’s a companion to a member of the elven royal family, so I think she lives at the palace? @bemystar-lord will know for certain

#sam answers asks #vir-ghilani #bemystar-lord #dairine clearflame