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hello!! I am here with a somewhat late DADWC poetry prompt -- from the poem "Eurydice" by H.D., for any character:
hell is no worse than your earth
above the earth,
hell is no worse,
no, nor your flowers
nor your veins of light
nor your presence,
a loss;
my hell is no worse than yours
though you pass among the flowers and speak
with the spirits above earth.
This entire poem spoke to me SO much for Tulin, my lil solavellan baby boy, for a lot of reasons. This section made me think of his relationship with his dad, and when I went looking to review the rest of the poem I found this:
At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.
And I got too excited to wait for dadwc so it goes up now. I thank you and @dreadfutures SO MUUUUUCH for the ideas that went into this.
For context, Solas gives up the dinan’shiral and takes on the role of cautious father to Tulin. Tulin was born bonded to a spirit, which was created from the intense emotions of their parents when Tulin was conceived (during Trespasser).
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“Does it get better?”
Solas glanced down at Tulin, who had sat crosslegged at the base of the tree beside him. He took the bit of freshly made felt from Tulin’s outstretched hand and laid his needle into it.
“It?”
“You know. The pulling.”
Solas chose a wisp of green wool and began to prod it into the felt with his needle, forming the tiniest of leaves. Tulin started to scrub at another bit of wool in his bowl of warm water.
He remembered his own pulling, of course. How it had felt to carry a spirit in this world — heavy, as if every bit of it had latched into his bones and sunk its fingers into his heart — before it could be parted from him again. While he did not miss the sensation of other, he did miss the assurance brought by her vengeance. So much was unknown, now.
But the boy at his side was warm, and learning, and new. He was the strangest of hopeful beacons in this dark future he’d awoken in, and the most unexpected. He pressed his knee to Tulin’s hip in recognition of his question.
“My spirit was unlike yours, da’len,” he finally said. “Mine had not been with me from my earliest beginnings. I accepted her, believing I understood the consequences. I was not prepared for how aggressively she could pull.”
“And you don’t have her anymore.”
Solas looked at Tulin once more. His light eyes, a mirror copy of his own, were focused on the felt forming between his brown hands. Thick, glossy, oiled curls fell into his eyes and over his ears.
“No,” he confessed. “I do not.”
“Mamae got her?”
Solas looked up towards the overarching branches of the tree they sat beneath, squinting his eyes against the bright light. “It is… more complicated than that. But yes.”
Tulin made a self-satisfied little sound, patting the felt on his bare knee into shape. “Knew it. But… you know, she doesn’t wanna do anything about mine.”
“No,” Solas said firmly. “No, she doesn’t. She wouldn’t.”
Tulin took in a deep, ragged breath and let it out in a sigh. “She was so worried when she found out I was possessed. She wanted to know when it happened. Why I did it. If I was me. But I don’t… I don’t remember before.”
“Before your companion, you mean?”
Tulin stretched his legs out on the grass and hunched over his project. He’d grown gangly and tall, and too much wrist showed past the cuffs of his embroidered tunic. He shrugged, still working at the felt until it began to form a square outline.
“I’ve always had them. Yearning. I don’t remember a time before.”
Solas looked back at his own part of the project, blinking to reorient himself. He began needling a little yellow flower onto the wool. “Yearning?” he asked carefully. “Could they ever communicate with you? Tell you their name?”
Tulin shook his head, sending his curls spinning around his long ears, then paused. “Well? Sort of. Their name is Nuven'in, like a wish. It’s like their voice is my own, even inside my head. They're… part of me. We didn’t even know until Cole mentioned it. He called them… well, he said they were —”
“Desire,” Solas said, thinning his mouth into a pressed line. “No, Tulin, you continue to name them as you like. You could no easier separate yourself from them than you could tear your own heart from your chest.”
“I don’t want them gone!” Tulin said hurriedly. He looked up at him, fully, for the first time during this little project of theirs — his eyes were serious, guarded, careful, while his mouth was set in the most familiar of stubborn frowns. It was odd, seeing Virelan and his own reflection in this child.
Not odd, he told himself with an inward laugh. Beautiful.
“Then they shall remain,” he said gently. “But you were worried. How do they pull?”
Tulin sighed, then plucked at a bit of red roving that tried to float away on the breeze. He twisted it around his finger. “They want me to rest. They want me to look, deeper and deeper in the Fade, for something they lost.”
“No,” he corrected. He took the roving from Tulin’s offered hand and began to prick it into a little red rose on his felt. “It is not Nuven'in's desire. Rather, they are reflecting the desire of someone else.”
Tulin’s eyes widened, first with fear, then recognition. “They want the deep Fade with the deepest darkest secrets. Who could want that? Besides… me?”
“Do you?”
The boy turned away, dunked a new piece of wool in his bowl, and began scrubbing it into felt with an aggression it didn’t entirely deserve. “I liked being there. I liked what I learned there. I liked resting and finding more and more as I went. But they pulled so hard, and I wanted…”
Solas looked at him intently when his voice faded to nothing. “You wanted?”
Tulin shook his head, then whispered, “I wanted a key. An answer. A way out, but… I don’t know what I wanted out of. And I wanted to find you.”
A few loose pieces fell into place, and Solas’s chest tightened until he could hardly breathe. He could feel his pulse in his ears when he said, “You wanted to find me. And Nuven'in was reflecting what I wanted.”
Tulin nodded, as if this revelation was to be expected, or even assumed. “And they're quieter now. But they still want. I don’t think even they know what anymore.”
Solas hummed pensively to himself, continuing to prick little vines and flowers onto the surface of the fabric Tulin had made. He’d nearly covered the surface now.
“I once had brothers like you and Nuven'in, Tulin.”
Tulin looked up at him — his jaw was tense, brow furrowed. He worried at the felt between his hands. “You did?”
“Long ago. Your mamae may have told you about them, but from… different stories. They were scholars, devoted to gathering ideas, concepts, rhetoric, and storing them away in their great library. They could be known as Curiosity, or Secrecy, two sides of the same coin. The twins were joined as one, body and soul from birth, and where one was the other’s shadow, the other was his brother’s mirror.”
Solas took a deep breath. He realised his hands were shaking, so he set his barbed needle and felt down in his lap. He didn’t dare look at his son — just at his own pale fingers, locked together so they wouldn’t tremble.
“One twin, the soul, pressed deeply into the Beyond every night, searching for something he would not share. I asked him so many times, and every time was rebuffed — where I was proud, he was wily, and would not disclose what he sought. But as he searched he grew cold, even cruel. The longer he was away from his brother, the more difficult it was to return.”
Tulin’s eyes were fixed on him, bright and curious and intense. He could feel them boring into the side of his face. One of his hands, still wet from the soapy water in the bowl, touched his knee. “Like… like us?”
“Very much so. One morning, Secrecy did not wake. He had gone in search of his brother, and had plunged so deeply that he could not so easily return. But Curiosity did not wish to go back — he wanted to know the secrets of lyrium, of the potential of marks laid on faces, of poisons and curses the Waking had not seen. Where Curiosity would have shared these things, Secrecy wanted to gather them up and fetter them away, where only he could turn them over and polish them like treasures. When Secrecy finally prevailed on Curiosity to come back with him, they returned as changed men. What had once been whole and in harmony was now set in opposition.”
Tulin’s hand tightened on his knee. “And then? How did they fix it?”
Solas looked down at him — his son’s eyes were wide, scared, and his mouth turned down in a perfect imitation of his mother’s frown. He sharply regretted choosing to tell this story, and regretted even more that he could not fabricate a happy ending for it.
“Pride stood between them,” he chuckled humorlessly. “Such arrogance could not allow for reconciliation. The brothers were never as close as they once were, for their time apart had allowed competition and resentment to fester and grow.”
Tulin’s eyes widened more, and they shone suddenly with unshed tears. He steeled his jaw. “That won’t happen to me. I won’t let it. Who were they? I’ll dream of them and keep from doing the same thing.”
Solas could feel the grief in his very smile. He laid his hand on Tulin’s shoulder. “Falon’Din was Curiosity, my sibling of the sky, in his earliest days. Your mother wears his marks on her face. Dirthamen was his bodied brother, and known far and wide for his gathered secrets. Whether it described the core of himself or not, he became known as Secrecy.”
Fear and uncertainty flashed in quick tandem across Tulin’s face, followed by firm-jawed determination. The more he looked, the more of Virelan Solas could see.
“I might remind you of them,” he said, sounding incredibly young and small but tenacious all the same, “but I won’t let that happen to me. Nuven'in and I might be small, and the Fade might be impossibly big, but I trust them and they trust me. Nuven'in would never leave me.”
Solas caught up Tulin’s hand between his own. “No. No, your circumstances are not the same. It is a mere resemblance, one I wish you to be aware of. Learn from past mistakes, especially mine. I will not stand between a brother and his sibling again.”
Tulin snorted, a mischievous sort of grin spreading across his face. He was still missing one of his upper teeth. “Good. No god, old or alive or trapped or dead, is gonna take my sibling. Not even you.”
The smile Solas gave Tulin then was sharp — an old, familiar one, one he had not used since before he’d awoken. Tulin’s smile broadened at the sight of it.
“Good, da’fen,” he said. “Good. Now, since we have that set aside, shall we finish this gift for your mamae?”
Tulin yelped, followed by a self-chiding giggle as he fished in his bowl for the bit of felt he’d abandoned. Solas’s hands fell in his lap once more, just for a moment — then, dragging fond eyes away from his boy, he turned his attention to the tiniest of flowers forming under his fingers.
#kidfic#solas#solavellan#dragon age#my writing#tulin#solas & tulin#father and son dynamics lets goooooo#i dunno what i'm doing with this but it's a lot#dadwc#not really but I don’t wanna lose this#updated with new looooore
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I am stuck in this loop between flipping the bird at Solas, and wanting to give him a hug.
#solavellan hell#is a loop#between 'guh I hate him' and 'omg look at him. LOOK AT HIM.'#I keep jumping to favourite parts too#I have a PS and limited save files so I sadly can't 'just' go back and watch things so yay youtube videos!#I am currently stuck at that little little moment#where Lavellan tells him to take the vallaslin away#and his expression is just#it gives me life#in a few weeks I'll probably either be back at the Fade kiss somewhere#or at the very other end of the spectrum which are the Trespasser scenes#ahahaha#hooo boy romancing him was the stupidest decision I ever could've made#(I made in consciously and I regret it but also am pleased with it#it makes for a better story!#main protag falls in love with person who might not be the full antag but plays a large part in the whole thing and whooooooo hEARTBREAK#I just never factored my own heartbreak into this#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#)
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CALM DOWN INQUISITOR WILL BE BACK
okay there's people who are worried that Inquisitor wouldn't be in the next da, but Inquisitor definitely will be back, here's why (edited, I add another point about the red lyrium idol and my arguments against ALBEISM within the fandom)
1.Solas
Solas , Solas is a very very personal person for The Inquisitor, don't know about you guys but Francois is Solas Bff and he seen Solas like a brother he never had and he promised that he doesn't want to kill Solas ,hell and it would be disrespectful for people who are still stuck in Solavellan hell if they didn't get Answers!!!
Based on information from Tevinter nights, INQUISITION AND INQUISITOR IS STILL VERY MUCH IN ACTION
Solas literally gave message to charter to send his sorry to the Inquisitor , and Inquisition and Inquisitor have business in nevarra
2. Remember Josephine personal quest? Of somewhat a fallen fortune
Josephine literally said that when Inquisitor visited Antiva, the Montiliyet family would literally throw the biggest party as a thanks to The Inquisitor for helped The Montiliyet, and I'm sure antiva would be one of many northern country we will see, and based on Tevinter Nights (seems like qunari have a plan to fucking invade Antiva) and new DA4 tease of the female antiva crow, Antiva would be one of northern countries that would play a big role
3. Dorian Romance
Yeah no shit Dorian, you wanted to be with Inquisitor and Inquisitor also wanted to be with you, y'all better be get married ASAP, Tevinter would be one of major countries that definitely will play a hugeee role in whatever Solas doing right now.... And Inquisitor also stabbed Tevinter map with the war table knife at the event of exalted council , the next mission would be in tevinter everybody know that, if anything it's confirmed that Inquisition will move it's operation HQ to Tevinter, 'Some claimed to have seen The Inquisitor on the street of Minrathous on rare occasions, sneaking into the heart of Tevinter to aid his Amatus" It's fine to ask help from your lover Dorian....It's fiiinneeeeeee..... Hell I think Inquisition and Inquisitor moved to Tevinter, so Inquisitor can be closer with Dorian and for their missions........
Well hello there Magister Pavus *wink*
Seems like Isabella, Dorian, that skeleton boi and that woman jumped into the sea to avoid arrows? Are they on a quest?
Besides The Inquisitor status as 'The Inquisitor's and Dorian Pavus lover ,a Magister of great influence and power definitely would tremendously help Inquisition and the new hero.
4. Song about Inquisitor
Maryden song is not just a song about Inquisitor glory, it's about fear and uncertainty of what's to come NEXT, and people who rely on The Inquisitor as their leader,people who place hope on the Inquisitor to guard them from darkness to come, this isn't a song about 'yaaayy the world is saved y'all can be happy and go back home's
Inquisitor is still the hero people rely on and needed to lead them against the future threats that definitely will threaten Thedas.....Again and....Solas (whhyyy T.T )
Inquisitor....Lyrics
A soldier, a savior
A hero, a leader
Inquisitor fought for our souls
A battle, a breach
The one we beseeched
To protect our lives and our homes
Now how do we follow
The battle is all but won
Peace can't last forever
Guard us from what's to come
Inquisitor, take your breath
A soldier, a savior
A hero, a leader
Inquisitor fought for our souls
A battle, a breach
The one we beseeched
To protect our lives and our homes
Now you all shall follow
The breach is all but closed
Light can't last forever
Guard us from darkness to come
A soldier, a savior
A hero, a leader
Inquisitor fought for our souls
5. The ragtag people in DA teaser we have seen lacked resources power and support.
Hell even they are described as a bunch of people who wanted to change things but lacked the power to do so....Sounds familiar with Inquisitor and companions at the beginning isn't? Now Inquisition and The Inquisitor is a forces to be reckoned with, Inquisition is not actually disbanded, The Inquisitor and Inquisition simply refused to be collared by chantry and Orlais (ewww besides tf want to be collared by chantry and Orlais) and they went rogue, and Inquisitor once again will save the world, and need an agent that Solas doesn't know.....
Who can give those groups of people resources and chance to be something more? If anything Sutherland and company group of adventures is a foreshadow of the new ragtag bunch of groups, and who gave Sutherland and Co resources and chance? Inquisitor who believe in them. The Inquisition and Inquisitor is the only group that can give these people chance and resources they needed, and as foreshadowed and basically confirmed by The Inquisitor song, Inquisitor is the leader and boss of Inquisition and that new group.
Come on who's gonna trust them and give them resources if not Inquisitor and Inquisition? Even on the brink of destruction, state leaders always preferred to fights against each other rather than save the world and fix shits!!!! People like Gaspard and other state leader would prefer to perish on their throne rather than fixing problems they have.
6. Have you seen the red lyrium idol?
Link for proof that the red lyrium idol have three figures, and much more clearer picture of the red lyrium idol:
The red lyrium idol actually have three figures, Solas who's hugging mythal and Mythal who hugging him back (that figure dragon tail and crown? Come one that's Mythal) and hugging the third person behind them, and then there's the third person behind Solas and Mythal, a figure who lost their LEFT ARM! And we knew one person who have close ties with Mythal and Solas who also lost their left arm:
Inquisitor.
7.Stop ALBEISM within the fandom
I don't want to hear another person who think.... and absolutely believe that disabled people are helpless or cannot be relied on, stop that shit okay? It's just rude, and let me tell ya ladies and gentlemen and people of any other identities and genders , The Inquisitor is a badass hero, I have wrote in point 4 and 5 that The Inquisitor is the leader and hero people relied on and needed, and Inquisitor still kicking ass after the event of exalted council, Inquisitor is a seasoned hero and veteran, Inquisitor feats:
• killed Ten high Dragons
•killed Corypheus
• leading Inquisition Armies to fight against legions of red templar and many other Corypheus followers
• literally murdering demons here and there as if it's just a walk in the park
•sealing rifts all across Thedas
• survived time travel and psychically entered the fade
• Successfully ended Orlesian civil war , so The Inquisitor do have great talents in politics
• Darkspawn? Darkspawn is just another noob enemies The Inquistor eradicated with companions
• have seen Titan's heart and defeated it's guardian, survived deep roads
• defeated a mother fucking avvar god aka Hakkon Winterbreath
•probably surpassed Ameridan as Inquisitor
There's nothing that stop The Inquisitor to fight like a badass and to be in action, losing one arm can be solved with prosthetic ( there's Dagna) and I have said that in the red Jenny tresspasser slide, The Inquisitor have crossbow/hook arm,I don't know man Francois is one of the most powerful mage in Thedas? He's a mage. So the arm problem also definitely can be solved with magic!
Besides Inquisitor definitely would be boss of the new hero, Inquisitor is a capable and seasoned leader and veteran,who has been proven time and again as a legendary fighter (just like HoF and Hawke) and a great leader both in politics and military, I will make second post about my theory and covering Thedas newest political leaders and state also the continuity of this post.
And in conclusion
8. Double hero/ protagonist?
Duo/double heroes (Inquisitor and new hero) is the best way, the new hero need sponsor and resources , The Inquisition and Inquisitor need new agents, besides it's confirmed by the red Jenny slides (Inquisitor have prosthetic ) , tevinter nights, the song and romance with Dorian that The Inquisitor is still the hero and leader and still kick ass like a badass, it would be so great to see them disagreeing and agreeing about stuff, come on it would be so interesting to see dynamic of their approval, to see them interact with each other, and fight together.
They'll work so well together!!!!!
Seriously guys....Pavelyan romancer....Dorianmancer....It's all fine calm down....Inquisitor is back........
Sorry for grammatical mistakes.... I am south East Asian so English is like my third language and I try to fix typo here and there....
I am so excited.....I'm too excited
#Inquisitor is back#pavelyan#inquisitor trevelyan#dragon age 4#Dorian Pavus#inquisition#da4#dragon age
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Tagging @that-wildwolf @rpgwrites @mordinette
If you want Mass Effect Fic, come check me out.
I’m p sure I’ve been tagged for this before and decided not to partake since I only had the one fic so if you tagged me before for this - I’m sorry, I didn’t ignore you I did see it!
How many works do you have on AO3?
Just the 2 - for now
What’s your total AO3 word count?
175,504
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Of course are you kidding? Creators live for feedback and I’m not going to let a single ounce of the kindness people have chosen to give me go to waste or even seemingly go unappreciated. My britches will NEVER be to big to reply, even if I got thousands a day I would answer back.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
For the moment it’s Of Reapers and Burnt Beginnings. The end of ME2 didn’t end on a high note, and the games certainly didn't explore it - so I did. Shep getting court martialed and put on trial would be a public media FRENZY. We are talking death threats, assassination attempts, threats of war over the Butcher of Torfan’s seemingly callous murdering spree in the Bahack system, at the bare minimum! The next portion of this fic, Of Shallow Graves and Glorious Cinders, is still being written to completion before I post. Its first few chapters explore the fall out of the trial and its effects on Shepard’s mental health and that of her friends as well.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
I guess Devil’s Den? It ends with Shakarian in a post-coital haze with a moment of fluff obliterated by Joker.
Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the strangest one you’ve written?
Not yet
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Also not yet - I’ve been super lucky and non-stop supported by the most lovely and kind people. I am so spoiled - I know it and I take no moment for granted.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
In my WIP folder there is EVERY kind. Well, maybe that’s not true - I don't get heavy into sub/dom kink or even understand the alpha/omega stuff. I apparently took too much of a break from fanfic and missed that trend.
One of these days I’m gonna write smut of Samara just utterly destroying Femshep. You can’t tell me a 1,000 year old biotic matriarch couldn’t teach you a few out-there things that wouldn’t blow your tits clean off your body, okay.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of? How would that work? I don’t think I’d care if someone plagiarized me hard - not like I get paid for this and I’d read it, hell yeah. I’ll read the same story line by different people 900 different ways, sign me up. But if someone just outright posted it somewhere else with no credit... that’d be shitty. Don’t do that people.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope, I wish! I wish I knew 4 other languages, I’d just do it myself! That's got to be a massive labor of love though holy shit.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I haven’t but I’m certainly open to it - if it’s an idea that gets me excited I’ll throw down with someone.
What’s your all-time favorite ship?
In Mass Effect it’s Femshep x Garrus. I can ship literally anyone with femshep with extraordinary ease though. Special mention to Shack, Shrios, and Shaeed too.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I FULLY intend to complete every half realized story in my WIP folder - so hopefully none.
What are your writing strengths?
I’m not entirely sure? I just know I like to read what I write. Which is the whole point. My most poignant comments have been about good characterization and “really hot sex" lol.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Getting into the grove. It takes me hours to settle down and crank out words. My job is very stressful and it doesnt leave me a lot of time to write, and when I do have time I feel wiped out. Ah, adulthood.
Editing my own shit. I get sucked into the story EVERYTIME and I stop looking for errors. Man it’s annoying. (I mean, it’s a good thing too. I write for myself after all, but WHAT a hinderance.)
Not sure what to call it, but I’ve discovered I have a very out there opinion on how sentences should be arranged and boy howdy does @shepgarrus call me on it. She also reigns in my over-the-line prose too, lol.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I wish I was better at it because I love it. I’ve been trying to write a Solavellan fic and even though I’ve read the elvhen cypher breakdown on Ao3 clean through like five times I just cannot wrap my head around it. And that's just a cypher. Imagine me trying to learn an actual language and you will instantly see why I struggled through languages in school.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Sailor Moon!! I’ve got so much fic from my 14 yr old self stored away on my computer still. I can't decide if any of it is cute or just fucking atrocious. Lordy. Trust me it’s all been deleted from ffn.
What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Of Reapers and Burnt Beginnings. I’m just so proud I wrote it at all after not writing a single thing since high school, and I finished it. It’s hella long - longer than The Two Towers, or Return of the King!
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Lockdown Questions
I guess mine are technically quarantine questions. I’m starting my third week out of work sick. The first two, I was a potential COVID case, but my test came back negative. Work won’t let me come back yet, though, because I’m still coughing.
Tagged by @elveny. And I’ll tag @savvylittleminx, @ket-mofo, @kierarutherford, @monstersandmaw, and anyone else who wants in.
Are you staying home from work/school?
From work, yep. Been sick. But my job is in an essential industry, so once the cough goes away, I’m back at it.
If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?
My boys, my cats Bastien and Finley. We take lots of naps. I’m officially a cat now. Meow.
Are you a homebody?
Oh, yeah. I’m not big on crowds or lots of noise or crowds that make lots of noise, so I tend to be a work and home kind of girl.
What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?
Amazingly, I haven’t watched many movies in the past two weeks. One night, I watched Cabin in the Woods, which I’d seen before, but it tickles me, so *smashes mug on the floor* again! Then I turned right around and fucked up my happy by watching We Need to Talk About Kevin. Please don’t ask me why. I’d already seen that one, too, but...apparently my jovial turn with the first movie had to be balanced out by the despair of the second?
I’ve been more so watching YouTube. I’ll be honest. Watching old Jenna Marbles videos is kinda my happy place. I’ve been watching her for years, she makes me laugh, and she’s kinda...me in the sense that if I had gobs of money, I would stay home and do fun shit with my cats. I’d build them an indoor playground and make them fun toys and you know. It might be nice to have fun with life, you know, professionally.
I also discovered the TRY channel (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCabq3No3wXbs6Ut-Pux6SzA). Irish folks trying fun things like alcohol and food and stuff. Very funny. Makes me laugh. I’m in love with Leather Jacket Guy. I totally agree with one of the video comments that says, “I just feel like this guy is an ancient Irish god of mischief and is just fucking around to have a good time.” I dig it. (Please, ask me about my fascination with ancient gods fucking around in the world. All my Solavellan Hell peeps know. Wink wink.)
An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?
Not really? I’ve got tickets for a concert in June that I’m hoping doesn’t get canceled, but my hopes aren’t high.
What music are you listening to?
Eh. A wide variety of things. Nothing really new, mostly just old favorites. Matt Duke, Vienna Teng, Paramore, 30 Seconds to Mars, Lorena McKennitt, Susanna and the Magical Orchestra, some instrumental stuff like soundtracks. I kinda of listen to a bit of everything.
What are you reading?
I’m still working on Tevinter Nights. I read the last story when I got it, and I’ve read three in order from the start.
I’ve also been reading some new and old favorites on AO3.
I just finished rereading Somewhere Between Pride and Sorrow. A smutty, smutty F/M/M fic with Solas and Abelas.
Also, Sunshine in the Dark. By @kauriart. It’s an Alistair and Bethany Hawke fic. So good.
What are you doing for self-care?
Uhm...ordered more origami paper for to make more stars. Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie. Lots of fucking Mountain Dew. I don’t usually drink much soda. Mindlessly playing a male crusader in Diablo 3 so I can listen to Gideon Emery’s voice non-stop.
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Dragon Age Question Meme
Tagged by @thevikingwoman and @idrelle-miocovani. Thanks!! ^_^
tagging @pikapeppa @a-shakespearean-in-paris @wrenbee @bearly-tolerable @hidinginthehinterlands @ladylike-foxes @sasshole-for-rent @ma-sulevin @princessvicky01 @lyrium-lovesong
01) favorite game of the series?
Inquisition. It was my introduction to the franchise, and I just have a hard time going back to older games and enjoying them the same? I really liked Origins, but the silent protag, despite my love for Skyrim, isn’t really my thing. I’ve never *actually* played all the way through DA2. Don’t shoot me. I just don’t have the time lol.
02) how did you discover Dragon Age?
My husband bought it for me for my birthday one year, on a recommendation from a guy at GameStop. He said, “My wife loves Skyrim. What are some other games she might like?” Inquisition had just come out like six months earlier.
03) how many times you’ve played the games?
I’ve only played through Origins once. I’ve played through Inquisition in its entirety (including Trespasser) 4 times.
04) favorite race to play as?
Hmm. I’ve played most as an elf, but that’s due to Solavellan. I am not really an elf-exclusive kind of lady. My first two PTs were with Trevelyans who romanced Cullen and Sera respectively. In Skyrim, another game with a million race choices, I’ve mostly played as a Nord, with a couple wood elves, too. So, I like elves and humans equal, I’d say.
05) favorite class?
Rogues, archers in particular. This is pretty much always true for me. Though I play Revasan Lavellan as a two-handed warrior with a great big sword and it’s QUITE fun (in Skyrim, my main Nord is a two-handed warrior, too.)
06) do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?
I have mixed certain things up. I’ve done playthroughs in Inquisition where I let the Wardens stay, playthroughs where I exile them. I’ve also gone with the Templars once, though I mostly choose the Mages because I just like In Hushed Whispers better. I like to mess with the opening world state a little in the Dragon Age Keep, too. But there are certain things I always need to be the same, just because I can’t cope with the other options lol. For example, Morrigan and Warden Matthew Cousland are an OTP for life for me, and it’s canon in my brain forever that Matthew would not do the blood ritual with Morrigan, nor would he allow it to be performed with anyone else, so he died saving the world. But they do have a baby together--Kieran exists. But he is not an old god baby in my universe and never will be.
07) go-to adventuring group?
Solas, Iron Bull, and Dorian with Sene Lavellan; Solas, Cassandra, and Sera for Revasan Lavellan. Sometimes, I’ll mix things up a little with Sene (who I’ve played a LOT) and bring Sera instead of Dorian, or Cole instead of Dorian. Sometimes I’ll bring Cass or Thom instead of Bull. I specialize Sera with daggers, actually, so I can have two kinds of rogues.
08) which of your characters did you put the most thought into?
Overall, probably Sene, since I’ve played her the longest and written about her the most. But I’ve put a lot into Revasan as well. In some ways, I feel I know his code better than Sene’s.
09) favorite romance?
Solas. But Sera was also lovely.
10) have you read any of the comics/books?.
No. I have “Masked Empire,” but I’ve not read it.
11) if you read them, which was your favorite book?
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12) favorite DLCs?
Trespasser. I also like Jaws of Hakkon. The Frostback Basin is a super neat setting with a lot of strangeness and beauty. I love the pink.
13) things that annoy you.
Not much? Mostly I get annoyed when parts of the fandom fixate on things that annoy them. That annoys me, because I’m here for the positive vibes, not the negative.
14) Orlais or Ferelden?
Ferelden. I think it’s weirder.
15) templars or mages?
Mages. Honestly both factions have problems in their leadership as far as I’m concerned, but I tend to choose the mages more often, because the quest is more fun in Inquisition, and I just can’t stand the idea of them being enslaved by some Tevinter fuckface.
16) if you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?
I have two universes: one where Sene is Inquisitor, and one where her father Revasan is Inquisitor. They each exist in their respective universes though and are the same people, just in different roles. Sene is with Solas in both.
17) what did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc)
Warden Matthew Cousland named his Mabari Good Boy.
18) have you installed any mods?
Console only
19) did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden?
No. He didn’t want anything to do with the Wardens. He was sort of like the Prince Hal of the Couslands, causing trouble and being ironic and kind of a jerk and a charmer. Morrigan often casts him as having had a bandit’s sensibility but a good heart. He joined the Wardens because after his parents died he was a mess and didn’t know what else to do or where else to go. I picture him as only having been like 24.
20) hawke’s personality?
I kind of just go with classic purple Hawke lol. He’s a little derpy but brave as hell. His plans often go wrong but he’s very good at improvising. He romanced Fenris. His name is simply Garrett.
21) did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition?
No lol. I like to use knightly colors though. I always use light, silvery metals and then with accents that fit each character’s personality. Sene’s accent color is always a fiery red. Revasan’s is a cold blue.
22) if your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?
Probably not much. My characters all tend to sort of face forward at all times. Revasan might change things from his wife’s tragic backstory though. He might save her family from the Fifth Blight if he had the chance.
23) do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?
Plenty lol. I headcanon my Lavellans as land rich farmers who live stationary, wealthy lives and have for three generations. I have robust headcanons for the Dalish in general, mainly that there is a robust farming tradition among them, and that there are more successful Dalish elves than many humans and city elves realize. Nobility and Chantry officials would be unfamiliar with their culture, but any agricultural and merchant families of Ferelden and Orlais and the Free Marches would probably work often with Dalish farmers. I also headcanon Dalish farmers as being very much in league with the Merchant’s Guild. The Lavellans have a strong, historic partnership with the Tethras family, for example, because of all the business they do in Kirkwall. Varric has known Revasan and also Sene for many years.
I also reject the barefoot elves thing. I just...for me, personally, it’s too Fantasy with a capital F and I like things to be a little grittier than that. So my elves wear boots, okay? Come at me.
24) are any of your character(s) based on someone?
Nope. Or, well, I mean, Revasan’s appearance is heavily informed by that of Luke Evans. His voice claim is like a mix between Gordon Ramsey and Jude Law. Sene is entirely unique.
25) who did you leave in the Fade?
When it was Hawke or Stroud, I left Stroud. When it was Hawke or Alistair, I left Hawke. Hawke wanted it more. Alistair is too...precious in my mind. I was worried about him. But in my sort of main world state, Alistair is King of Ferelden and not a Warden, so Stroud is actually in the Fade for all intents and purposes.
26) favorite mount?
Lol I don’t use mounts. My party and I run around on foot like children and get eaten by bears like men.
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otp theme songs
tagged by @lyrium-lovesong thank you! <3
okay, i, went overboard bc i’m baby and avoiding my homework sooo everyone’s under a cut to save space on dashes <3 and links in the place of audio since i guess that’s only a mobile thing????
ellanis tabris/zevran arainai - work song: hozier
Boys workin' on empty
Is that the kind'a way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
There's nothing sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
'Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissin' me
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
My baby never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissing on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the lowland plot I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
obviously not the whole song but.... hhhh! these are the lyrics that Really Sell this as their song. both of them, when they meet, are ‘workin’ on empty’. ellanis has been dealing with years of depression and apathy, zevran is actively suicidal, and both of them are running out of options. And neither of them are looking to fall in love. yet, they do. and it's in little things, it's in short words, it’s in sweet rememberings, it's in the tiny fractions of hearts beginning to beat in sync. by the time they realize it they’re both in too deep. and maker, the lines in the last stanza hit me so hard for their end of the blight relationship.
they’re just. finally able to start moving on. forgiving and growing.
noure surana/anders - i love you: woodkid
Where the light shivers offshore
Through the tides of oceans
We are shining in the rising sun
As we are floating in the blue
I am softly watching you
Oh boy your eyes betray what burns inside you
Whatever I feel for you
You only seem to care about you
Is there any chance you could see me too?
'Cause I love you
Is there anything I could do
Just to get some attention from you?
In the waves I've lost every trace of you
Where are you?
After all I drifted ashore
Through the streams of oceans
Whispers wasted in the sand
As we were dancing in the blue
I was synchronized with you
But now the sound of love is out of tune
now, to be honest, this song feels like its from anders perspective more-so than noure’s. but! it does encapsulate both of their feelings rather well, especially post-blight when they’re separated until they find each other again in kirkwall. the melancholic tone and the slight wistfulness and the deep underlying hunger speaks volumes to me for them.
idrilla lavellan/solas - if i say: mumford and sons
I came here without a choice
I'm sorry I could never thank you
For saving me more trouble
I didn't want any trouble
If you were given one more chance
Would you bring me back to life?
Bring me back into the light
Into the light
And let it shine on, let it shine on us
And if I say I love you, well, then I love you (x2)
The innocence in your face bled out without a trace
You've won without an enemy, you're ill without a remedy
As night bleeds into night, and I know I came off better than you
It doesn't mean that I feel better (x2)
And let it shine on, let it shine on us
And if I say I love you, well, then I love you (x4)
Are they cleaner than mine?
Show me your face
Did you cross the line?
Show me your eyes
They any drier than mine?
Your soul survives
But peace, you'll never find
do i even need to explain this one kljkljlkjljlkjklj its honestly a perfect solavellan song in general tbh so this might be a tad bit of a cop out but honestly! its so good! and damn if it doesn’t encapsulate their end game relationship perfectly. idrilla is not the type to give up -not on anything and especially not on others, or herself. so her relationship with solas has disappeared to a single red thread but she’s going to follow and tug on that thread until either there isn’t anything left to chase or she finds what’s at the end.
da’ean lavellan/dorian pavus/the iron bull - you’ve got the love: florence + the machine
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need
To see me through
Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough
And things go wrong no matter what I do
Now and then it seems that life is just too much
But you've got the love I need
To see me through
When food is gone you are my daily meal, oh
When friends are gone I know my savior's love is real
Your love is real'Cause you got the love
You got the love
now these nerds, continue to kill me. out of all of my ocs da’ean is probably The Shyest [if not The he’s up in the top three for sure] and his perception of romance is heavily colored [like idrilla’s is] by his parent’s beautiful, happy, super caring relationship. but the conclave pretty drastically shook up his entire world, so meeting bull and dorian was definitely not something he expected. let alone falling in love with them. their relationship is a bit rocky at first, or well its ‘hidden’ not because da’ean is ashamed [dorian’s hangups aside -those get worked out with some long conversations and working up with small displays of public affection[ but because he’s a deeply private person. but he relies on them after awhile because they’re the ones who keep him a Person instead of herald or inquisitor.
ANYWAYS I’M FEELIN SOFT IN THIS CHILI’S TONIGHT SOOOO
i’ll tag @meribotti @fen-harel @raymurata @madamsnark @goblin-deity and @dalish-ish <3 no obligations of course! <3
#uwu#i dunno why i can't add audio anymore but that's a piece of shit thanks#thanks for the tag!#my ocs#ellanis tabris#noure surana#idrilla lavellan#da'ean lavellan#<3
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Last Line Meme (Dragon Age edition)
Following up from my previously being tagged by @pikapeppa, here’s the 5 Dragon Age ones, and a bonus in the reblog because I like it that much :D
Unlike my Mass Effect smut/porn, this is all PG-Teen rated, so read away!
Dancing in the Dark (Blackwall/Cassandra)
Slowly following her by her hand, never breaking their brief, slight, contact, Blackwall paced into the corridors leading to the ballroom which had been the site of so much drama this evening. Maker help him, he was falling in love with this woman.
You’ve Been Quiet (Blackwall/Cassandra + Solavellan)
“Good,” Rivka said, “Good. Imagine, thinking you’d found something, someone to believe in, and having all that taken away in a moment…it’s remarkable how she’s holding up. I don’t know if I could take it as well as she could.”
Solas had no answer to that, simply staring at the moons over the horizon.
IMPORTANT NOTE: All the Casswall fics share the same continuity, so Rivka Lavellan broke up with Solas after he erased her vallaslin (think this iteration) and started a relationship with Josephine because she isn’t a judgmental liar*
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A Birthday Reunion for the Inquisitor (Blackwall/Cassandra + f!Lavellan/Josephine)
Draining the last of his glass, Thom stepped forth to give his congratulations to Rivka and Josephine as the Left and Right Hands of the Divine withdrew elsewhere.
All things considered, perhaps the Maker and His Bride had done him a favour here after all.
Wanted in Ostwick (Past m!Hawke/Athenril)
“But is the Champion of Kirkwall really such a…sentimental creature?”
“Lady Seeker,” [Varric] asked as he innocently raised his palms, “aren’t we all?”
Letting forth another disgusted noise, Cassandra said, “Absolutely not.”
Still, she too was quiet for a long time before resuming her questioning, idly tracing circles on her copy of The Tale of the Champion with her fingertips as Varric discreetly swiped a drink of grog from her mug. Stories were hard work.
Don’t Lie to Me (Past m!Hawke/Athenril, m!Hawke/Merrill)
Silence reigned until Varric placed Bianca back under the table, asking Hawke from there, “So, ‘Thenni’, huh?”
Hawke clamped his eyes shut and planted his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands. “Shut the hell up and get me something from behind the bar, Varric, anything. Just make sure it’s strong enough to make me forget all about tonight.”
OTHER IMPORTANT NOTE: The Hawke!Athenril fics also both share the same continuity, whether that’s the same one as the ones above is up to you~
Three Casswalls and two, uh, fraternisations in the smuggler ranks (honestly, if someone can come up with a portmanteau or a better nickname for Hawke/Athenril please let me know) make me a happy boi. I’ll be reblogging this with one more ending later this week.
Re-tagging @4vrafangirl, @bearlytolerablethethird, @laurelsofhighever, @not-plaidweave and @talesfromthefade in case they had more in mind.
#blackwall/cassandra#hawke/athenril#m!hawke/athenril#hawke/merrill#blackwall#thom rainier#cassandra#cassandra pentaghast#athenril#hawke#m!hawke#varric#aveline#merrill#josephine montilyet#lavellan/josephine#inquisitor/josephine#solavellan#solas#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#meme#tumblr game#pikapeppa#personal#athenril-of-kirkwall
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Hey girl. What's your ships? Tell me about your ships.
My ships? You mean beside the Tempest and Normadny? (*badum-tsss*)I hope You realize what you’re getting in for, Jo...
Let’s just make smth clear before we head to the magic realm of love... I’m not a multi-shipper or anything like it & I rarely get much into shipping NPCs together (although sometimes I find myself liking some pairings). I usually find that one perfect match for my OC and just get bound to this person (or space-bird) for the rest of eternity.
So with that said...
My first serious ship was and still is Shakarian. I have 99 feelings for Garrus & Shep, I love their dynamic, how they went from respect and strange experiment to this epic battle couple in ME3. I love how Garrus evolves in this relationship and how much Shep relies on him & his support. I cried so much during their goodbye, like both the one in the London base, as the definitive one when Normandy picks up your team. AND THE TANGO SEALED IT FOR ME (also that voice... *fans herself*).
Then happy of my Bioware experience so far I went to play Dragon Age 2 (don’t ask me why I started with the sequel, I have no idea) and I fell head over heels for Fenris. I love him. It’s just...idk how to explain it. I always play as a purple!Hawke (and in 9/10 times a mage) so my Keres is a bit... silly? And I adore the way it contrasts with his grumpiness xd As of now not even once I was able to leave Hawke in the Fade only ‘cause of Fenris (and partially ‘cause of Varric), which says a lot, I think.
Then I backtracked to Origins and got swept off my feet by Zervan, oh boy Zevran, Antiva’s most precious gem (sorry Josie). Again, my Mahariel is usually a bit of a blunt brute and Zev with his playful disposition perfectly compliments her. (You can probably see the pattern emerging in my DA romances)
And then I went to play the Inquisition... And I fell for the Egg. Yes, I’m one foot in Solavellan Hell and, considering how much I love my soft!girl Derry... I can’t explain it (I'm lying, ofc I can do that. HIS DAMN VOICE. I can listen about the Fade FOREVER). Trespasser caused me a lot of pain. I cried and still get sad because of it sometimes... I’ll redeem his stupid ass and no one can stop me!
And you know what happened next...
REYES.FUCKING.VIDAL. *takes a long sip of her beer*Bastard (and a handsome one) conquered my heart and enslaved my imagination... I’m still not over this guy and I doubt I’ll be for quite a while. I think that he and Ryder were just made for each other, really. As a true bisexual, I don’t care if it’s m!reyder of f!reyder... I just need those two to survive.As for MY reyder, I believe I told you this or that a while ago. I don’t believe that neither him or Sybil confessed their feelings, no big words were ever spoken and YET they just know they have some special feelings for each other... It’s complicated, there is a lot of half-half truths and white lies involved but somehow Sybil feels safe with him. Reyes somehow grounds her and I think she likes having a place to come back to :)
So... those would be my ships, Jo.If you have any more questions, feel free to continue asking :)
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Fic Writer Questions
Thank you so much for the tag @in-arlathan 💕 this is definitely the first time I’ve had to think about things like this - this is going to be fun!
I personally don’t know a lot of writing friends on Tumblr (because I’m very new to the world of fic writing - well, writing in general 🤪) but I’ll tag whoever (even though I think most are strictly artists?)
Anywho, those who can/ want to, feel free to answer these and be sure to tag me back - would love to read what you have to say :) @sopml @noire-pandora @tragic-lavellan @felassan @followingthewolf @an-egg-broke-my-heart @rubihowl @faelavellan @lethendralis-paints @himluv @serial-chillr @soulconsumingginge @thedreadblog
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I’ve cropped my answers for the sake of people’s feed 👇
1. Do you enjoy the occasional trope? Do you enjoy them all? Or do you hate tropy stuff with a passion?
Firstly, I hope the tropes I mention are actually tropes (but apologies in advance if I what I ramble on about isn’t officially a trope). But I guess I don’t mind the occasional trope but normally it would be nice to have a story without it - I like surprises and unexpected events. I guess as a teenager I loved your Boy-Meets-Girl tropes a lot, but now I honestly hate them. Predictability in a story, to an extent, is a mood killer for me and I find myself bored. I know it’s hard to expect writers to essentially “reinvent the wheel” when it comes to writing unpredictable and trope-free stories, so I completely understand how some tropes are almost hard to avoid but if a story is solely reliant on tropes then I’m not interested.
2. Which tropes are you favorites? Which ones do you avoid? Have you written any yourself or is there one you really want to write?
Favorite Tropes: I don’t know the “official” name of tropes but I will just describe them as best as I can in no particular order :)
Opposits Attract: From the top of my head I think of Hermione&Ron, Monica&Chandler, Ross&Rachel, Repunzel&Flynn and Bull&Dorian when it comes to this particular trope. I think so many REAL relationships are between two people who are so dissimilar in a lot of ways. That the weaknesses in the one character are the other character’s strength (e.g. one is disciplined and the other isn’t). One relationship I wish happened canonically is Zuko&Katara from Avatar. In saying that, when two characters who are so grossly different get together then that’s something I struggle to wrap my head around as it feels forced and unnatural. But if done right, you know that those two lovers are together because of how REAL their love is for one another despite their differences, and that they aren’t in for what they “get out of it” and how “easy it is” - they’re in it because they love each other so truly and accept all the good, bad and ugly in between.
Star-Crossed/ Lovers in Denial: I guess it goes without saving for me (being in Solavellan hell and all) but having two characters fall in love almost against their better judgement and how they deny their feelings for so long is something I really enjoy. And guess what? All my examples from the top of my head are all Dragon Age ones 😅; Loghain&Rowen, YourWarden&Alistair, Hawke&Fenris and Trevelyn&Cassandra are relationships that blossom without at least one of them looking for it and how it catches them off guard. And when they do finally admit their feelings its a really big, spontaneous and passionate moment. However, I hate it when they deny their feelings for too long - in this case I’m talking about Blackwall’s romance as an example. When I watched Blackwall’s romance, I got really frustrated with his constant “No, I can’t” that it really made me want to scream lol. Oh! Just thought of another one that isn’t a DA related; Elizabeth&DrDarcy :)
The Underestimated: I enjoy seeing a character underestimated and then proving everybody wrong by being the most powerful, strongest and most incredible one in the room while everybodies mouths are agape. But not by turning into the bad guy, but by simply showing the others that they shouldn’t be underestimated. I think of Toph, Aang and Solas in this regard. And even better, is when the characters don’t need to “show off” their power. I loved how with Toph she was the most powerful Earth Bender but was the smallest and youngest person in the room, and everybody she met underestimated her! And with Aang being you know... the most powerful person in their world and is merely a child. Then of course, we all know Solas’s story: creating the Veil, that Mind Blast in Trespasser, petrifying people to stone, killing dwarves in their sleep and having his Dread Wolf form living in the Fade... yeah. Total sucker for underestimated and not-your-typical powerful character.
Tropes I Avoid: Again, don’t know the “official” names and from the top of my head :)
The Dumb Blonde: Whenever I see a superficial, stupid blonde woman I get really mad. I actually take it personally as I was called a “dumb blonde” myself growing up for simply having blonde hair. I’m sure you’ve heard of “blondes have more fun, but brunettes remember it the next day” joke and omg... it Really. Grinds. My. Gears.
The Mirror in a Horror: I almost never watch horrors, but whenever I see anyone stare into a mirror, open the cabinet and then close it to find somebody suddenly standing behind them, it really makes me roll my eyes back into my head. Look, I still close my eyes because I can’t hand jump scares (even when I know they’re coming) but even still... lol
The Hero Survives: Perhaps an unrealistic expectation, but whenever a story has the blatant knight-in-shining-armor hero, you know from the beginning that they aren’t going to die. That’s why the Red Wedding made me question everything I knew lol. It was totally unexpected! But when you get to the end of a movie and the hero is fighting the bad guy; at first the hero is winning, then the bad guy gets the upper hand and they (the creators) try to fool you into thinking the hero will die (aka the Bad Guy Monolauge) but then suddenly the hero fights harder and wins... ugh... However, I’m not saying the hero must always die, but I like the idea of the hero dying and somehow surviving quite unexpectedly. I think of Ciri from the Witcher: Geralt (and you) totally thought she died but she didn’t! Also, Harry Potter - he died but then also managed to survive!
The Good-Guy to Bad-Guy: I can’t stand the origin of a lot of your “typical” bad guys. This is kind of linked to “The Underestimated” trope I like, but I can’t stand it when they use it as the “explanation” or “excuse” of why the bad guy is the antagonist . I think of Ursula from the Little Mermaid, Hades from Hercules and Maleficent. I think the creators are perhaps trying to get you to sympathize with them (and I do feel sorry for Corypheus, but that’s another post lol), and their origin stories do tug at the heart strings, I just get frustrated with characters who choose to take the “evil” route when they are underestimated, treated poorly or bullied. I guess because in reality there are so many different ways one can deal with being treated poorly other than being a horrible person but yeah... Simultaneously however, what’s the solution? Where should antagonist’s come from? What should their origin story be? And honestly, I don’t actually have a solution XD I guess it depends on the origin story and what caused them to “turn bad” for it not to bother me so much. Because usually you can smell the antagonist a mile away when stories do this.
“American” High Schools: What I mean by this, is that I’m sick and tired of the main characters in high school movies or shows falling into the “jock”, “nerd”, “cheerleader”, “geek”, “perve”, “virgin” or “bullied” category. Especially - ESPECIALLY - the Jock & Cheerleader teasing the protagonist and the protagonist usually being in love with the Jock’s Cheerleader Girlfriend, and then his best friend being the flamboyant, funny one... just no. NO MORE. As soon as I see any TV show or movie use this trope as it’s main “hook” I avoid it like the plague. I understand that perhaps there are a lot of high schools where people perhaps do “fit” into one of these categories but I’m sorry, people are far more complex than that and they are more than just being “the jock” or the “cheerleader” or the “geek”. And of course what goes with all of that is the typical choice of dress, talk and attitude associated with falling into those categories: your “jock” with his jacket, the “cheerleader” with her short skirt, the “geek” whose awkward and wears glasses. Just... enough. That’s enough.
Rain at a Funeral: I don’t think I need to elaborate on this lol
Writing Tropes: I haven’t actually thought about writing anything other than my Halla & Wolf series right now but perhaps if I had to think of a trope I wouldn’t mind tackling, it would be a Lovers in Denial one. I want to write characters that really hate each other in the beginning but are forced to interact and overcome certain obstacles with the help of the other, and then they see other sides to that character they weren’t expecting to see and then they fall in love almost begrudgingly. But then their love is so passionate and real that you can feel how true it is in your bones because of how they got there. Just like if Zuko&Katara got together. Their story and how I think should have ended would be a great source of inspiration for me should I write something like that.
3. Do you have different preferences for reading than you have for writing? If so, is there a reason for it?
I’m currently reading through the DA books in chronological order (I’m currently on Last Flight) and the last time I read anything prior to that was all of Meg Cabot’s books - which was like, 10 years ago. But I think that the type of books I enjoy reading are fantasy ones and after the Little Women movie, I really want to read the book now. And I also loved reading Jane Auston’s books. But it’s hard to answer this one because I haven’t written anything other than my Halla & Wolf series and the last time I did attempt at writing my own stories was when I was like... 12? Hehe
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Phew! I did NOT expect this to get so long but who knew? I certainly didn’t know I had so much to say 😅 thanks for reading all my babble if you managed to get through all of it lol this was certainty fun to do!
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Writer Questions!
Tagged by @thevikingwoman . Thank you for thinking of me for this. I wish I wrote more often! This is a good reminder to get back at it.
1. How many works in progress do you have?
I don’t even know at this point. I’m going to say two. Not sure anything will ever come of them.
2. Do you/would you write fan fiction?
Yes. I only ever write anything I feel is worth posting every few months or so lol.
3. Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?
Nothing will beat the feel of a paper book. BUT I love the convenience of an ebook. I can read in my poorly lit room, or wherever I am and not be lugging around a book.
4. When did you start writing?
I used to write poetry in high school. I wrote way too many analytical papers in college though and I never got back into writing creatively until about 2 years ago.
5. Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? I don’t share my writings with anyone until I post them. I’m always afraid I’d be a bother if I sent someone some unfinished writing to read over??
6. Where is your favorite place to write?
In my bed, with my laptop propped up on two pillows lol I don’t have a desk D: I honestly hate writing this way, but until I have an actual workspace…I’m stuck.
7. Favorite book as a child?
The Princess Bride by William Goldman! It was the first book I read on my own and it sparked my love for reading. I was a bit older though, maybe 13?
8. Writing for fun or publication? Just for fun :)
9. Have you taken any writing classes?
I have a minor in English, but somehow never took any creative writing courses?!?! *sigh*
10. What inspired you to write? Solavellan Hell inspired me to really get into writing and actually share it. However, right before I found Dragon Age I was writing creatively for the first time in years for Skyrim. Skyrim was the only sort of stress relief I had for a while but I got bored of the story. I wanted something a bit more and spent a lot of time daydreaming about my dragonborn doing her own thing with her broody wolf-boy husband, Vilkas ;). When I found some Skyrim fan fic, I started organizing some of that daydreaming into little writings. It was…bad lol.
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Hi I hope your doing well! Haven’t seen you or Taerel in a while and tbh I miss both of u on my dash! Take care of yourself
Awwww hi!
Thank you so much!! All my feels right now~ I still check back here a few times a week because I can’t stay away, but I’m still hopelessly stuck in my other fandoms and on my other blog lol.
I do kinda want to play DAI again at some point, I’ve been digging up and replaying all my favorite games again, and I still have to finish Trespasser on my Solasmancing Tae PT (so technically, his canon playthrough, I never finished it lol). But I think I’ll start over because it’s been so long. And I’m sure that once I do, the feels will hit me full force and drag me back into Solavellan hell XD I do miss drawing him, and Jarv as well...
So yeah! :D I will definitely pick it all up again and draw the crap out of my boys~!
Anyway, thank you for the sweet message!
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For DWC! Will you do dad Solas? Please do dad Solas! If not, then Solavellan is great! Ecstasiate: to go into an ecstasy; to cause to become ecstatic
Thank you for the prompt! Sorry this took so long! I saw the prompt in my inbox and got SO EXCITED, but I have no children of my own (yet) nor any young children in my family and I fairly quickly realized how little I knew about how kids behave, etc. Was also terrified to accidentally write something that was horrible parenting as I know nothing about that…. but hopefully this is not too far off.
for @dadrunkwriting
The Pups of Fen’HarelSolas/F!Lavellan, Papa Solas, Post-post-Trespasser
The pace of his steady breathing was like a single strand of bright, white light: a rope in the darkness. He held it gently, followed it deeper into mindfulness, grounded by the rhythm of his lungs, expanding and contracting, and the beat of his heart.
(The beat of three hearts, he reminded himself; despite his discipline, the years he had spent in meditation and contemplation, he could not stifle the grin that lifted the corners of his mouth at that thought. A gentle breeze tickled him, but he pushed the sensation away, out of mind, clearing the way for—)
“Papae? Papae? Father!”
Solas opened his eyes, turned his head to the insistent voice behind him. For a boy of only ten years, Nehnis had such presence, always commanding the attention of those around him. Thanduwen said this was typical in first-born children, but it never failed to astound him (all the more when it sometimes wearied him): even among strangers the child was so confident in his charm and wit, wielding both with far more precision than Solas would have thought possible.
(When he was older—and here Solas had to fight back another smile, both out of pride and surrender—when he reached his adolescence, Nehnis would be just like Solas himself had been: cocky and hot-blooded, chasing romance and adrenaline. It was a future he looked towards with curiosity and amusement—and no small measure of dread.)
“What is it, Nehnis?” he asked, unfolding his hands from where they had been cupped together in front of his navel, bringing his palms to rest on his knees.
“The woods here are very lovely, aren’t they, Papae?”
Solas raised an eyebrow at his son, the smile still lingering about his lips. “They are indeed, my son. Now focus on your breathing.”
Solas closed his eyes again, trying to submerge himself back into that serene place, counting his breaths, drawing them out—
Beside him, Nehnis gave an exaggerated sigh. “But don’t you hear all the birds, Papae? Do you think there are any hawks here? Or ravens, like in Mamae’s stories?”
“Hush, Nehnis!” a small voice said. “Papae is meditating! You are bothering him!”
Solas grinned again, both at the chastisement his younger son gave to his elder, and at the raspberry that Nehnis blew in response. He cracked open his eyes and peered back at his sons.
Nehnis had abandoned his meditative stance, and was lying splayed on the ground beside him, face turned up towards the canopy of trees above them. Past him, he could see his youngest son, Eolas, with a scowl still lingering on his features. He looked absurd: his tiny child-like features, pinched, set in an expression far too serious for his age.
Nehnis and Eolas: like night and day. Where Nehnis was bold and adventurous, Eolas was cautious, measured; easily the more well-behaved of the two of them, until he got a question in his head he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around.
He loved them both almost more than he could bear; and even now, with Nehnis misbehaving, he felt his love for them swelling in his chest as if it was threatening to escape from him, overwhelm him. It was entirely uncalled for. Solas tried (often, failed) to bring his sons to meditate with him every morning, and they were no more or less precious and precocious on this particular day than on any other. But it had been the same way when their mother was pregnant with Eolas. Now, as she entered the last few months of her third pregnancy, he felt that same sentimentality returning to him.
The baby would change everything. He knew this. And most of that change, he knew, would be good. But some of it would be difficult—mostly, he suspected, for his sons, who (inevitably) he would be able to spend less time with, lavish less attention upon, once the third child came into their family.
It was making him soft; lenient, when he should have insisted Nehnis finish the meditation, even if he only sat in silence, contemplating the birds and (maybe, if Solas guided him) paying some measure of attention to his breathing.
“Nehnis,” Solas said, his voice full of practiced patience. “Would you like to go look for birds?”
Immediately Nehnis sat up, planting his hands on the ground and leaning towards his father, giving him his most charming face: full of unbridled excitement. “Oh, Papae, can I?”
“Yes. But take your brother with you.”
Nehnis gave another exaggerated sigh, before acquiescing. “Fine. Come on, Eolas.”
Eolas was still sitting in his meditative stance, his back perfectly straight, his knees folded beneath him. He gave his father one of those looks: as though he had betrayed him by the suggestion that he should go play with his older brother.
Their mother kept hoping that as time went on, they would become closer. She still cherished the close bond she shared with her own brother. But five years, at that age, was a long time. Occasionally, Solas regretted waiting so long to have their second child; he wished he had given Nehnis a sibling closer in age. But when Nehnis had been young they had been so stunned by him, enraptured by him, and Solas had been reluctant to bring another child into their lives. He knew it was silly, now, but at the time he had loved his first born so dearly he had been frightened he would not be able to love their second with the same depth.
(He had been staggeringly, stupendously wrong; but it certainly wasn’t the first time that had happened.)
“Go on,” Solas said, gently. “I will find you in a little while.” Then, as Eolas stood up in a huff to follow his brother, “Wait!”
Eolas turned back, Solas beckoned him closer until the small child was standing beside him. Solas placed his hand on the back of his son’s neck, gently guided his head closer and kissed him gently on his brow.
“Ar lath ma, da’vun,” Solas said, quietly.
“Eolas! Come on!” came the impatient cry of his brother behind him in the woods.
Solas shook his head. Then he looked up into Eolas’ face. “Be careful,” he said, sternly. “Look after your brother.”
“I will,” Eolas said, dutifully. There wasn’t a chance in hell that Nehnis would listen to him, but if Eolas thought he was being sent along to supervise, he’d participate more willingly in the bird-watching (or stone collecting, or whatever fancy that took Nehnis at the time).
Solas listened to their young voices fade into the distance until even his perceptive hearing could make out their voices. Then, sighing gently and without opening his eyes, “You can come out, now, Vigilance.”
Without the slightest hesitation, the spirit rose from the bush in which it had been concealing itself. Vigilance shimmered blue in the early morning air; it was hard to say if the spirit was disappointed, or pleased at being discovered. As if the sudden appearance were nothing, he said in a deferential tone, “On dheam, ha’hren.”
The spirit had followed them across the continent for the past few months, appearing not long after they had left their seasonal stay with Clan Lavellan. All of the spirits, of course, knew of Fen’Harel, and his Lady who had thwarted him, but few had become quite so attached to his offspring as Vigilance.
(Nehnis, once, had escaped Vigilance’s attention and paraded off into the woods without his parents knowing. The boy was found quickly, but Vigilance had been so surprised and ashamed that he’d lost track of him that he’d taken it upon himself to shadow Nehnis almost perpetually, as if daring the boy to escape his watchful gaze again. His wife was still not completely convinced that having a spirit of Vigilance mind the children was the best idea, but when they had stayed with Clan Lavellan, Nehnis and Eolas had much more freedom: with a whole Clan to watch them, they were permitted more independence. Now that their family had begun their seasonal sojourn on their own, even she had to admit that it was comforting to have someone else around to mind the children, even if they were a noncorporeal entity.)
“Will you keep an eye on them?” Solas asked Vigilance, his eyes still closed as he tried to sink back into mindfulness.
“Sathem lasa halani, ha’hren. You know how I adore your little puplings,” Vigilance responded. He could feel the energy of the spirit pass him, following the direction in which his sons had run off. “No harm will come to the litter of Fen’Harel on my watch, many though the pups may be… their number increasing with each season…”
“Vigilance,” Solas said in a sharp tone.
“San, ha’hren. I guard over the puplings until ha’hren has finished his morning exercises. I will not permit them to wander far.”
Ar lath ma, da’vun. | I love you, little sun. On dheam, ha’hren. | Good morning, ha’hren.Sathem lasa halani, ha’hren. | Pleased to help, ha’hren.
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Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send it to the last 10 people in your activity!
5 things that make me happy, ooooh boy is this going to be an adventure!
1) Crystal. My baby sister always tops the list! She’s turning eight this year (where’s the puke Emoji when you need it?) and can be a bit of a drama queen/sassy pants, but I love her to the moon and back!! 2) Dragon Age. This series has literally saved my life, I can honestly say that I would not be here if it wasn’t for this game! The characters and storyline are very engaging, and even though this last game has me stuck in solavellan hell, I wouldn’t trade the experience for the world! 3) Mass Effect. Again, another game series that is very important to me. I love all of my space dorks immensely, and I don’t know what I would have done without the series as a way to help me cope! 4) All of my followers/mutuals here on Tumblr! Seriously, having people who are into the same things I am and who find the content I post interesting is one of the best things I could have wanted from this site, and I appreciate each and every one of you! 5) Music. I literally can not go a day without music… I need it like I need air, and I would be seriously lost without music in my life!
Honestly this wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be! I actually had some fun with it :)
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The Collector
A Solavellan Valentine’s Day piece.
Dorian arranges a date for his favorite fatalistic elf on the tackiest day of the year: Valentine’s Day. Said elf is not amused.
-No warnings apply. Just some Solavellan fun and a little fluff in a modern Thedas.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all! Sorry for any mistakes. It is 3am, whoops. <3
This was to be an unmitigated disaster, he was quite sure of that. For one thing, he was already on his second cup of coffee, having drank the first one much too quickly and scalding his tongue in the process. The café was small, cramped in a way that made Solas feel claustrophobic. Paper hearts were stuck higgledy-piggledy upon the windows and shockingly pink walls while even more hearts hung across the ceiling like banners of war, projecting their tackiness. Even the tables had not escaped the invasion of pink, cups and saucers emblazoned with a heart shot through with an arrow; Solas turned the cup around so the affront would not face him, a nasty taste in his mouth that had nothing to do with the coffee. The coffee was actually quite nice. Black and bitter, just like his love life.
Valentine's Day. Obviously a human creation, seeing how obsessed with love and desire they were. And definitely Orlesian. How else could you justify so much paper bannering? And pink. So much pink.
The couple beside him, a young human pair in their teens, were holding hands, eyes glazed over and looks lingering. As he watched out of the corner of his eye, the boy seemed to sigh longingly. “Your eyes are so beautiful. It's like the stars have fallen into the pool of your eyes.” The girl laughed coyly and blushed a deep crimson.
Solas may vomit if he was forced to endure adolescent drivel for much longer. He checked his watch; she was ten-minutes late. This woman, whoever Dorian had set him up with.
“You'll like her,” the man winked just after Solas had finally digested the news that his friend had found him a date for the tackiest day of the year. Murder seemed a little excessive, but he'd be willing to make an exception just for him. “She's weird, just like you. You can both be weird together and found a club for weirdness with you both as presidents. And then, down the line, you will both produce weird children and be in my debt forever.”
Dorian refused to divulge anything about the mystery woman other than her name: Ellana. No last name, Solas had noted. Probably some shrewd method to prevent him from searching online for his date. With such a name, he'd come to term with the fact that this Ellana was most likely an elf. When he had confronted Dorian about that fact, frustrated, his friend had merely groaned and launched into a lengthy explanation. “Don't take this the wrong way, but you are getting older, not younger. And not ageing gracefully, I must add. The vagabond look? It adds years. The lack of style? Hair? My, you could be a walking corpse and no one would be any the wiser. And really; do you really, truly desire to live the brooding bachelor lifestyle until you die?”
No, he did not. If anything, he feared such a wretched and lonesome existence. It was the unavoidable truth in Dorian's words that finally swayed him to this insane plan that he had hatched without his knowledge.
The door of the café opened with a cheerful tinkle, letting in the freezing air outside, a flurry of snow accompanying. Solas turned around very slightly so that he could look in the large oval mirror set upon the wall opposite, perfectly situated for watching the comings and goings of the customers around him. There; a woman wrapped up in a dark green duffel coat and matching woolly hat and scarf stood there, shoulders flecked with snow. She wrenched her scarf down and revealed bright eyes – what color, he couldn't discern at such a distance – that peered around the room almost timidly, hands clasped before her. Solas blinked and their eyes met in the mirror; he raised a hand in some semblance of a greeting and she smiled, winding her way through the chairs and tables in his direction.
“Goodness me!” the woman exclaimed upon finding her seat opposite, brushing the dusting of snow from her shoulders. Not so timid after all, then. “I am perished. Just perished. Where did that snowstorm come from? I swear that the weatherman claimed light flurries, not a fuck ton of white.”
Crass already? “It came down from the north, or so they claim. The Free Marches have it especially bad according to the charts I saw this morning. Kirkwall is buried under at least three feet.”
The woman shuddered at his words, removing her coat to reveal a warm blue long-sleeved sweater below. “Gods above, I hope we are not next in line for that. I mean... I love snow and all, but not when I'm out in it. I have the grace of halla on ice. It's painful to watch.” She took the seat at last and finally looked at him.
Ellana was very beautiful, with thick black hair framing her small and rather red face; her cheeks glowed like embers from the cold. Her eyes reminded Solas of dewdrops upon forest leaves with how they were such an intense emerald. The pointed ears sticking out of her slightly disheveled and damp hair confirmed his theories that his date was an elf.
At least she bore no vallaslin. Dorian had gotten that right at least.
Ellana smiled warmly at him, easily meeting his curious gaze. “I'm sorry; I just launched into the weather, didn't I? You are, uh, Solas, right?”
“And you must be Ellana.”
“That I am. You do know Dorian... don't you? I've not been tossed together with a complete stranger? I mean... you could be an axe-wielding murderer for all I know.” She barked out an inelegant laugh.
She was definitely strange, Dorian had been right about that. But there was something strangely endearing about the way she prattled on without pause for thought. He couldn't place his finger upon it. “I do know Dorian Pavus. We have been acquaintances for a number of years.”
“Really? Well... same. He's never mentioned you?” Ellana frowned gently, shucking off her gloves. “I run a bookstore downtown. Lavellan Lit. So, are you a collector like Dorian?”
Dorian had definitely been hiding this one. A bookstore in the city that he'd never been to before? Preposterous. “I collect books of a certain antiquity, yes. Though unlike Dorian's fascination with the ancient histories of Tevinter and the Archon's of old, my tastes run another direction towards the Fade and histories of magical lore and Elvhen theory. And arts, if I can find them.”
At those words, Solas watched the woman's eyes positively light up with childish excitement. “Truly?” she pressed, “you collect books about Elvhen history? And magic?”
How refreshing it was to have someone look at his job, his hobby, with awe and not raised eyebrows and dismissive words. Solas felt himself relax the smallest of fractions in the woman's company. “The books and texts of the Elvhen are spread far and thin, hardly cheap at that, but yes. Tomes of magic are much easier to procure, but just as expensive. And enthusiasts scarce agree to part with them. It takes weeks of, ah, gentle persuading.”
Ellana seemed to blush beneath the windburn. “I have a few books myself. Just a few, given to me by a very generous and rich customer in her will. Lovely lady. Tales of the Dreamers and a number of scrolls and papers that date back to Arlathan, apparently. From the state of them, I believe them to be legit. I have tried to translate the words, but to no avail. No expert, no old Keeper of the Dales could fully translate the scripture. The words are very old indeed.”
Scripture... from the time of Arlathan? That was impossible. It was completely improbable. But if she was telling the truth and these mysterious scrolls were the genuine article...
“Forgive me, but-”
“Yes,” Ellana smiled mischievously, snagging his half empty cup of coffee and taking a generous gulp. “You can come back with me and look at them, if you desire. This place is much too pink for my liking. And the sounds...” she grimaced at the teenage couple next to her, who were kissing across the table now. Kissing? No, Ellana thought in lightly veiled disgust. They were practically eating each other's mouths. It made her feel faintly sick. “I think we'd be much comfortable at my shop, don't you think?”
Such a bright and cheerful spirit. Solas found himself smiling at her words. “I quite agree.”
“Come on then.” Ellana clambered to her feet with all the grace of a newborn halla on ice and yanked her hat back onto her head, stuffing her hair back inside of it. “Into the swirling Void we go. I hope you have a hat because like hell you're having mine. It's soaked. Your head would turn blue and then you'd get ill and die a very painful and cold death, leaving me feeling terribly guilty.”
As he shoved open the heart adorned door and allowed Ellana to walk out first, she flashed him a bright smile from within the woolly confines of her clothes. Solas felt the kindling of something that felt suspiciously like hope spring to life within him. He didn't curse it, but rather welcomed it instead. Maybe, at long last, his weary heart would know some semblance of peace.
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