#dreadwxlf

[faebhaal]

@dreadwxlf ☆ Cont.

"Well I couldn't let you have all the fun, could I?" Or all the possible loot. The verbal gratitude coupled with the freely giving of identity causes a brow to raise along with the hint of a grin to start tugging at her lips. If she were a more devious creature of her nature, she'd be more inclined to utilize such things. Perhaps she'll keep those aces up her sleeves.

"Ithaca." There is no hesitation, no shame in how she starts riffling through the pockets and pouches of the freshly deceased. The fizzle of magic still prickles her fingertips. And blood still stains her sickle's blade. "You hurt? Busted bones? Gaping Lacerations? Bramble scratches?"

#dreadwxlf #pixie hollow and purgatory (dragon age) #/ hello hello!! #/ Imma apologize now for lack of da verse info #/ I have an idea but I haven't decided if it's too cringe or not to use lol

[dalishborne]

CONTINUED

@dreadwxlf

~ " From the spirits of the Fade, mostly, " Solas answered. " Fadewalking is a skill that takes many years to learn; not to mention the extreme amount of discipline and concentration it requires. There are few mages alive that can perform it -- most reside in Tevinter. " ~

Revenelan nodded slowly with a look of solemn contemplation, a mask for the uncertainty that now plagued her mind. Never had she heard of such a feat, neither from spirit nor mentor. As Solas spoke of the rigorous discipline and concentration it demanded, Revenelan couldn't help but question whether her own abilities were unworthy, or worse, that she were deemed unfit by the Creators to be bestowed such a gift. The thought prickled her skin, and whatever admiration she felt for him was, yet again, tainted by a murky sense of jealousy. She needed to do better, to be better.

"I see," Revenelan started slowly, careful to mind the bitter edge to her voice. She continued with a thin attempt to sound lighter than she felt, "It appears the spirits have their favorites, don't they?" A forced chuckle followed, its emptiness mirroring the unsettling thoughts that lingered within her.

"How long did it take you to learn?" Revenelan then inquired, bracing herself for an answer that could only further shatter her fragile confidence or become the catalyst for a newfound determination to prove herself.

#dreadwxlf #dreadwxlf:solas #v:inquisition. #beep boop this was in my drafts for a long time #hope its ok that i continued it!!

[bushelofmuses]

@dreadwxlf from starter call

Cole gently set two cups down in front of Solas, mindful of the stacks of papers and books.

"It's called coffee. One is bitter and the other is...sweet and milky." He gestured to the first—a watery, near black substance—and then to the creamy one of a softer, brown color. "The second is called mocha; it has a bit of chocolate in it. You don't like tea but...I thought you might like one of these instead."

#cole v #solas v #dreadwxlf #starter reply #'no tea? how about potion of never sleep again?'

[shift-shaping]

Eirwen took a deep breath of the cold mountain air and wrapped her overcoat tighter around her body. Her skin felt sticky under her many layers; dried sweat still clung to her even after the last vestiges of her nightmare skittered back into the dark. Out on the battlements of Skyhold, beneath the pale light of the moon and stars, the hissing darkspawn seemed infinitely far away.

She was not the only person seeking refuge from dreams. The smell of elfroot was unmistakable and inviting. Sera must have been having trouble sleeping as well.

Yet Sera was not the elf she found when she followed the smell to its source. There, on a lonely perch hidden from the view of the rest of the castle, was its resident Fade-loving apostate, smoking a roll of elfroot between his fingers. Not wanting to scare him, she cleared her throat as she approached.

“I’m surprised you aren’t sleeping.” She kept her voice low, as if she could wake the sleeping fortress. “I had the impression you were rather fond of dreams.”

@dreadwxlf

#it's weed #da rp #dreadwxlf #eirwen surana #in character

[lady-heralds]

“You’ll have to forgive me.” Bann Trevelyan said, sitting himself down in a seat in the parlor Evelyn and Solas were sitting in. He sat next to his daughter and across from Solas. He was a stern man in his late seventies by now though his back was still straight and his gait as smooth as any young man. There were no servants in the room or refreshments laid out. Bann Trevelyan was not on to waste time on pleasantries when dealing with matters like this. “I may be old but my wits are still about me yet and I’ve had this discussion a dozen times with a dozen other people. I understand why you need to marry a human; cement ties and show that you are not going to try and eradicate humanity and topple all the other kingdoms.”

Though the Bann’s hair had turned white and receded there was still clear evidence of his relation to his daughter. In particular were the eyes, he had the same sharp, green eyes as Evelyn. Right now they were analyzing every detail of his daughter’s new apparent ‘suitor.’ The Bann’s focus barely grazed over Solas’s ears and instead focused on his posture, hands, jaw and eyes. Anything to give away what Solas was thinking or feeling.

“I simply don’t understand why you’d choose my youngest daughter. She has no hope of inheriting any titles from me with so many siblings ahead of her. There are other human women in Thedas; women who exceed her in rank, titles, beauty, connections and quite possibly fertility. My wife, her mother, has given me many children but that’s no indication that my daughter can do the same for you. The mark took her arm and though she still has her monthly blood that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s able to carry a child to term.” The head of the Trevelyan family didn’t spare his daughter so much as a glance as he spoke. Neither did his daughter’s gaze turn to him. She sat beside him, hand resting in her lap as her father spoke, face like a blank canvas as her father verbally tore her down.

“Once, my daughter did lead armies. Once she was the woman even empresses looked to for salvation as she killed dragons and would-be gods. Now she’s nothing more than a crippled woman who still has trouble writing certain letters and spends her days in her greenhouse pruning poisonous plants.” Evelyn remained still and silent through it all, watching Solas the entire time and not revealing her feelings on anything her father said.

@dreadwxlf

#evelyn trevelyan #solas #dreadwxlf #political marriage au #Bann Trevelyan #face claim: Tywin Lannister

[athlan-lansila]

@dreadwxlf

@athlan-lansila sent: ❝ Look, it’s a natural thing to be curious about! ❞

~ " For a twelve-year-old! " Solas immediately countered. " You have been spending far too much time with Sera and Blackwall; I do not sleep with spirits. " ~

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"C'mon~ You can't tell me you haven't thought about it~? Not even a lil~?" While the question itself was insincere, the amusement they obtained from his reaction was completely genuine.

#dreadwxlf #ask meme #{{gremlin mode unlocked}} #v: main

[tangledfate]

continued for @dreadwxlf from this

The smile on her lips doesn't touch her eyes. Shrewd violet hues that skate along the line of his form; assessing. Calculating. From his eyes down and then back up, her smile spreads before a giggle passes her lips.

"Yes but my secrets aren't so...picturesque." A quarter elven girl with a curved spine--a hunched back--screaming and clawing and fighting her way to all she thought she wanted. Carving a place in this world for herself only to have it tipped onto its head. Oh yes, she had secrets.

#{ encounters ;; yennefer } #dreadwxlf

[theyhope]

@dreadwxlf​ // Continued

Time off had been a lovely gesture, but as Khalei stood there glancing between her two beautiful daughters and their father, clearly exhausted from his solo shift, she couldn’t imagine anything better than being apart of such a wonderful family. Solas had given her something she hadn’t felt since her time with her clan long ago: a sense of belonging. 

“So I see,” she laughed, a beaming smile dimpling her cheeks as she soothingly shushed the girls to calm themselves, “You have nothing to be sorry for, love. I’d rather be with the three of you than anywhere else.”

#Khalei Lavellan ♜ V2. Var Lath Vir Suledin ♥ dreadwxlf #dreadwxlf

[rileymcdaniels]

It's just past midsummer in Rivain, and it's hot. The sun lingers in the sky. Each day seems longer than the last. Riley's travels keep her along the coastline, but not even light linen clothes and generous breeze off the water offer much relief. It's rough. And it makes long days that end with frustratingly little progress even rougher.

At least Llomerryn's inn has an open room. And at least one of the girls working at the inn is nice enough to haul a generous amount of clean water up to that room for her.

As Riley scrubs the day's sweat away, hunched over the water basin, she considers her next move. A Friend of Red Jenny sent word to her that a fisherman in Llomerryn could provide her with information. However, before she could get ten words out, the fisherman said he had a job for her before he was willing to talk. The job might take up to a week to finish. She smells a dead end, but it's the best lead she's got.

Anxiety claws at her throat, vicious with the knowledge that she is running out of time. Who knows how much time she has left, but each day that passes is one day closer to something like the end of the world. Maybe. She doesn't know.

She has no army, no network of spies, no steady stream of gold. She has herself, a few scattered friends, and not much else. Fuck.

She dunks her head into the basin to rinse the harsh soap out of her hair and to stop that line of thought as best as she can. She dresses in fresh clothes, her movements smoother now than they were right after she lost her arm. She chews on some field rations as the exhaustion begins to settle into her bones, too tired to think about going to the tavern for a meal.

She collapses in bed soon after, and although sleep comes easily, it's not restful.

She dreams of Skyhold and of the library, sandwiched between Leliana's ravens and Solas' murals. She's looking for something. She's looking for a book, but when she runs up the stairs and to the shelves, she can't read the titles on the spines. The letters swim, and she can't make sense of them even when she squints.

Then, she stands in her bedroom in Skyhold, and when she turns, Solas is sitting at her desk.

"It looks like a mess," she says, gesturing to the piles of paper, "but please don't touch anything. I actually do know where everything is."

He doesn't reply. Then, for a moment, his face morphs into memories of the Nightmare, and then memories of sickly green light and spiders and her brother's face --

She wants to scream, she tries to scream, but there's no breath in her lungs. She desperately sucks in a breath, but it disappears just as quickly as it filled her chest.

Outside, the sky tears apart. She tries to look out the window, but Solas fills her vision instead. She tries to shove him away so she can get to the balcony to see what happened outside, but her hand can't find purchase. Her fingers keep slipping, and her muscles are drained of strength. There's nothing she can do to stop him, he's immovable and advancing, and she tries to cry out, but her voice is suffocated.

He laughs, and she's never been so fucking terrified. The world is ending, drenched in shades of sickening green, and her voice is suffocated by the weight of failure.

@dreadwxlf

#pls do not feel like you have to write this much!!! #i wss just Feeling It #dragon age au #dreadwxlf

[ladyhcrald]

@dreadwxlf | continued from here

The young lady sniffled, swiping a hand over her eyes to get rid of the tears building up within them. She hated being so emotional, so quick to tears, but she couldn't seem to keep a handle on her newly restored feelings.

"I just.. everything is happening so fast, and everyone looks to me for answers, and I don't have any!" She rushed out, hands flailing expressively as she choked on a sob, "I don't even know who I am anymore, h-how am I supposed to lead all of these people, be the hero that they need me to be?!"

She could feel her magic reacting to her emotions; frost slowly creeping from her fingertips, up towards her elbows, while her tears turned to ice as they rolled down her cheeks.

As much as it scared her, the fact that she had so little control over her own magic, she was also thankful that it wasn't lashing out, wasn't hurting Solas.

The last time she'd gotten emotional enough to trigger her magic into being, she'd nearly burnt Cassandra--she knew the woman still held it over her, too, based on the wary looks she often flashed at Violetta when Violetta would get the slightest bit upset.

"I'm sorry, I-I should go.." She apologized as she stood up, ready to turn tail and find somewhere to hide until her magic calmed down again.

#⌜writing. ⌟ ㅤ ㅤ 𖣔 ㅤ ㅤ interactions. #⌜verse. ⌟ ㅤ ㅤ 𖣔 ㅤ ㅤ inquisition. #// ofc!! i look forward to writing with you!!! #dreadwxlf

[sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins]

( C.ullen R.utherford ; continued )

        𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. He was used to heavy armor, loose but a heavy weight pressed down on his chest and shoulders, the metal loud enough that he couldn’t walk silently into a room; anything besides bulky armor was entirely unnatural to him. Solas looked to be in better spirits, chuckling away at his complaint. 

        The Inquisition's role here was important. Empress Celene was in grave danger and he would have to make do with his suffocating garments. 

        He nodded. ❝ Yes. As a Templar… you aren’t exactly invited to these things, ❞ Cullen answered in a more agreeable tone, lacking the agitation that seeped in earlier. ❝ I also have no title outside of the Inquisition. ❞ Not that Cullen’s family was in poverty by any means, but they were certainly strained on resources. There were a few winters when Cullen had to share his payment that week with his family back home in his Templar duties.

        Cullen turned his head towards the growing crowd, watching as more and more people crowded the dance floor before them. He scanned the perimeter for any suspicious persons, though he knew well enough that in an Orlesian Court, assassinations were kept in the shadows. Cullen’s gaze swayed over to Solas again. ❝ Have you attended a ball before? ❞

@dreadwxlf

#dreadwxlf #( lmk if you want to do some plotting for this! ) #( 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ; threads (( Cullen )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Cullen ) #( queue )

[faebhaal]

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜ (from @dreadwxlf !)

@dreadwxlf

"I think for once, you and I agree on something." Surprising really. From their previous conversations led her to the assumption that he'd believe the opposite.

Ithaca settles further back against the tree, roots cradling her against the bark. The voices of their camp linger in the far distance. It's too much like salt in fresh wounds; so she had to get away before the sting could settle in her heart. And before the urge could stir. "Although, I'm more inclined towards blue and orange." Even in agreeance she has to be a hint contrary for the simple fact she's a petty creature by nature. Sometimes. "But you're right. Life isn't so simple. Good and evil. Lawful and Chaotic. And to think it is is narrow minded." Nothing is ever simple; she knows that best.

"What's normal for the spider is chaos to the fly. What's law to lions is horror to lambs." Petals are so delicately plucked from the wildflower in her grasp one by one. "Would you say you're the spider or the fly?"

#pixie hollow and purgatory (dragon age) #dreadwxlf #/ thank you for this!

[eritvita]

This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep. (from @dreadwxlf )

@dreadwxlf

"But 'tis an abnormality for thee, Solas," says Roland, as he sits at the bottom of the floor beside this Hahren's fresh murals, upon a helpfully-laid carpet and bedding down with a steaming mug of warm tea.

The wisps of the scented herbs cloy beautifully through Roland's hoarse, purple-lined features, and he watches Solas openly: admiring the sharp lines and the exquisite details of his face as he huddles over his own desk, shifting papers and dallying with his certain sects of Notework. Roland's brows dost furrow. "Of how long hast thou gone? Art thou faint?" asks he.

lack of sleep starters !

#overnight convos💖👌👌 #everything's quiet & they're the only one's awake #dreadwxlf #notepad.

[magicalled]

“ solas ... solas , my lovely ... lovely friend ... “

   her breath is PUNGENT with the scent of alcohol , no doubt obnoxious in the face of her friend as she LAUGHS & leans on him. 

“ i missed you , you know that ? missed you SO MUCH ! “  

@dreadwxlf

#dreadwxlf #verse tbt

[shift-shaping]

What are your top ten video games?

Tagged by: @ellana-lavellan-rp (thank you :D)

Tagging: @veshialles @keturagh (pick which ones are least bad ig) @mallk-z @dreadfutures @redinkofshame @inner-muse @skiitter @storm-of-feathers @dreadwxlf @drakonovisny @little-lightning-lavellan @kirstinetheartist @first-flower-of-my-house @sugarspunquill @disasterdrvid and anyone else that wants to!

I am going to enforce a rule on myself of only one game per series. In no particular order, and based on how I am right now currently feeling:

1. Pokemon Insurgence - Cringy, edgy, and over-the-top in the best way while also delivering a challenging and genuinely very fun experience. I love the canon Pokemon games, but a good fangame can really bring out the best of the series while catering to longtime fans and Insurgence does just that. My Insurgence team is still the one I remember best out of all of my Pokemon teams. Cannot recommend enough if you can handle a little "i'm twelve and this is deep" writing. It's ridiculously fun.

2. Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles - Everything about this game is beautiful and haunting and it fundamentally changed me as a person. The world it creates is one of profound isolation while the characters and themes emphasize the importance of connection and hope. Everything I have ever written carries some of its DNA. It is also a kind of boring hack n' slash dungeon crawler with a lackluster remake and a really annoying difficulty curve in the endgame. i never successfully played it in multiplayer as intended because i did not have any friends. It also made me bisexual.

3. Hades - Extremely fun and challenging with fabulously tactile and energetic gameplay. If you have not played Hades, you really should. Also Megaera is there. 4. Stardew Valley - everything you could want in a farming sim, especially with its excellent mod support. My only issue is: where does everyone poop?? 5. Skyrim - Obviously. if you think skyrim is bad you are kidding yourself. skyrim is the most video game of all time.

6. Dragon Age Inquisition - even more obviously. The apex of the series, though it is far from perfect, especially in its pacing/story construction. Still, Origins has its pacing issues too, and Inquisition has much better/more fun gameplay. I will not argue on this. Block me if you disagree i guess. Bad hair though. 7. Subnautica - Stunningly beautiful and terrifying, even on the goddamn Switch where it barely runs. I put so many hours into it on creative mode that I broke my save and had to send it to the devs to fix. They never did get back to me... 8. Disco Elysium - hnnnnngggggghhhhnggggn it's so good you guys it's sooo good it's so fucking good guys it's soo gooooood

9. Fire Emblem Three Houses - i love these stupid anime kids so much. i love big titty byleth. this game is so bad. i think about it daily. do not play this game 10. Animal Crossing New Horizons - just a lovely little game. being able to customize your entire island is A++++, enough so that i'm willing to forgive how many features it is straight up missing and how bland the dialogue gets.

Honorable mention: Wingspan - BIRDS AAAAAAAAAAAA

#video games #enjoy this dumb post #also hey the post editor on pc is uhhh bad #it's quite bad

[lady-heralds]

After the Inquisition disbanded Evelyn still found herself receiving guests while in a throne room. Only, now that she was back in her family’s castle, the throne itself wasn’t hers. That honor belonged to her father and considering she was the youngest of several siblings that particular seat was far out of reach. Though many desired an audience with the Herald of Andraste, within these white stone walls, she was simply the youngest daughter of Bann Trevelyan; except now.

For this particular guest she’d pulled out Inquisitor once again. Her blonde hair was pinned in her braided bun and her green eyes were lined with dark makeup as they’d always been even in the early days at Heaven. Though now she had leaned in to her noble woman background, dressed in lush green fabrics with much of it edged with short furs, the cuffs and neckline in particular. Though on account of her missing arm she wore a short, fur lined shoulder cloak that was fastened with a gold chain and horse head to represent her house. The cloak was a brighter shade of green than the rest of her dress, as green as the poisons she lovingly coated her daggers with before going into battle.

As green as the anchor had been.

She was every bit the glittering noblewoman but still very much Inquisitor Trevelyan. She had to be in order to receive her guest. When the doors to the room were opened by a servant and her guest walked in, Evelyn dropped into the familiar curtsy that had been drilled into her head since she was a child, though she maintained direct, stubborn eye contact as opposed to bowing her head and looking away.

“Lord Fen’Harel, you wanted to speak with me in person?” She said neutrally. No more witty quips or teasing smiles from her. Only stone like (and perhaps a little spiteful) formality.

@dreadwxlf

#evelyn trevelyan #solas #dreadwxlf #arranged marriage au