#fenesvir lavellan

[forystr]

Redraw of dilf fenesvir - original under the cut!

2022 - 2024

#my art #dragon age fan art #lavellan #fenesvir lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age inquisition #forystr

[fatale-distraction]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Nobody asked for this but I’m posting it anyway. Here’s an excerpt from the upcoming third chapter of my Y2K AU! You can read Chapters 1 & 2 here

"Aw, chin up, Violet." The dwarven teacher approached her cubicle, with an impish expression and too much ginger chest-hair on display. He dressed like he was stuck perpetually in the late 70s, open shirts with pointed collars, bell-bottoms in bright colors or obnoxious prints, gold medallion necklaces and thick gold hoops piercing his ears. Ellana absolutely adored him. He dropped a piece of honest-to-gods parchment on her keyboard and chuckled. "Fan-mail for you."

The gleeful grin on his face didn't bode well, and Ellana reached for the page with trepidation. "Really? For what? My last article wasn't exactly exciting or controversial. Just that piece on the ruins they dug up in Arlathan Forest."

Varric simply shrugged.

Ellana frowned at the letter as she unfolded it, the crinkle of the parchment giving her a little thrill. "Who the hell actually uses parchment these days?" she asked, brushing a frizzed curl away from her sweaty forehead. This late-summer heat and thick cloud-cover was wreaking absolute havoc on her hair, so the whole long mess of it had been wrangled into a large, messy bun with a floral scrunchie. She glared at the impeccable calligraphy. A seal bearing the profile of a wolf with three eyes circled by stylized elfroot sprigs was embossed in the top right corner.

"Miss Lavellan,

You spelled Ghilan'nain incorrectly in the seventh line, and the comma at the end of the fifteenth would be more appropriate as a semi-colon.

Yours most sincerely,

The Dread Wool"

The young writer crumpled the page in her hands and took a deep, calming breath, in and out. She counted to ten, eyes closed. Then she slammed her hands on the table and screamed. Several of the younger students jumped or cried out in surprise while Varric just laughed. Those who had been working at the paper longer simply went about their business. Unexpected outbursts were common enough in general, but particularly from Ellana and Sera's corner.

The outraged young woman jumped up from her chair, sending it skidding across the floor to crash into the wall behind her, and bolted for the door, wrenching it open and bellowing, "Move!" at a befuddled Sera, who was about to enter, and shoving past her.

The blonde elf stared as her friend tore off down the hall in a fury. "Who shat in her tea?" she asked with an offended huff.

Varric shrugged, a devilish grin on his rugged face. "Who knows? Pretty sure the phrase is 'who spit in her tea,' though."

Sera flopped into her chair and put her feet up on Ellana's desk. "I said what I said,'' she informed him.

The enraged Ellana screeched to a halt in front of a door with a frosted window on the farthest end of the arts building, panting and drenched in sweat from her mad dash across campus. Etched onto the window were the pretentious words "Solas Fenesvir, P.h.D." Anger flushed all the way up to her ears and she hammered on the door with a violent fist until a startled voice called out a hesitant "Come in?"

The door slammed open so hard it bounced against the wall. Ellana advanced toward the large, darkwood desk dominating the small room and slammed the paper clenched in her hand down onto the paper-strewn surface. Solas watched this with no small amount of shock and amusement from a plush green wingback chair behind the desk, wearing a new tweed jacket and a bemused smile.

"Miss Lavellan," he started smoothly, as though she hadn't just burst into his office like a train wreck. "To what do I owe the--"

"What the fuck is this?" demanded Ellana.

"...Pleasure," Solas finished. He examined the note smashed under her hand with a bland expression. "It would appear to be a very poorly abused piece of paper, da'len. Beyond that, I couldn't rightly say unless you were to move your hand."

She bit back the urge to mock him outwardly, which would have been childish, and settled for mocking him inwardly. "Don't play cute with me," she hissed, ripping her hand away and leaving the crushed page for him to examine. He raised his eyebrows at her as he reached forward to draw it closer. "Is this what you call 'being an adult?'"

He flicked his eyes up to hers over the page, a mischievous twinkle shining in the grey depths. He set it to the side and folded his hands in front of himself, elbows propped up on the table. "And how do you know it was me?"

Ellana came very close to stomping her feet and tearing at her hair. "It's on your pretentious-ass stationary, Professor Dread Wool!" she snapped.

#solavellan #y2k au #y2k dragon age #professor solas #ellanasha lavellan #writing down fatalities #wip wednesday

[rennybu]

mahon and fenesvir.... friends? pals...? buddies? 👀🤝

YES.... YES!!!!!!! ALLIANCE OF GUYS

#asks #aart #forystr #ma honey #fenesvir lavellan

[bitchesofostwick]

OC kiss week: aurelia x fenesvir

hunky fenesvir lavellan belongs to @forystr

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“So that’s,” Aurelia recaps to the innkeeper, “two meads, an Antivan brandy, a glass of whatever ale you have that tastes least like piss, and a…” Her voice trails off, leaving her mouth hanging open in an oh as her eyes fall on an elf across the tavern.

“And?” the innkeeper asks.

She ignores him. “Who is that?”

“Who?” The innkeeper sighs, following her gaze across the room. “Oh. Lavellan, I think. Arrived just last night, just passing through.” He grunts. “Look, are you gonna pay for this, or is there anything—”

Aurelia dumps a few silvers on the bar and continues to stare at Lavellan as the innkeeper prepares their drinks. The first thing she notices is that he’s tall. Taller than any elf she’s ever met. And he’s built. He’s only leaning over the table he’s sitting at, chin propped up on his elbows, but it’s enough that his shirtsleeves tighten around his biceps and—

“Ma’am.”

Aurelia whips around again. “What—oh.”

The innkeeper pushes the tray of drinks across to her.

“Thanks,” she mutters, taking the tray and crossing the room—walking right past Varric, Isabela, and Merrill and ignoring their calls of wait, Hawke! and hey Hawke! and over here!

No. She makes a beeline right toward Mr. Lavellan. Sir.

He’s conversing with another elf, shorter, blonde, a friend perhaps, but she doesn’t let that stop her. She never has. “Hello there,” she interrupts, coming to a stop so abruptly that the glasses on her tray clink together. “Lavellan, is it?”

The elf looks up, bright blue eyes meeting hers. “Fenesvir, if you’re a friend.”

“I’d certainly like to be.”

The elf across from Fenesvir groans.

Maybe this happens often.

“Sera,” Lavellan—Fenesvir, Aurelia reminds herself—chides, and the blonde elf shrugs.

“That yours?” Aurelia asks, nodding to the sheathed sword beside him.

“It is.”

“So do you always wield swords that large, or—”

“Andraste’s tits,” Sera snorts, and Fenesvir laughs too.

“You’re quite…forward.”

She throws her hands up casually. “What can I say? I don’t like wasting time.”

“Hawke!” Varris yells from the middle of the tavern, and she turns around quickly. He, Isabela, and Merill are all standing now, looking at her.

“Hawke?” Fenesvir echoes.

“Aurelia, if we’re friends.” The way his lips turn up at her response doesn’t escape her, and she flashes him a grin. “Look, my companions are probably pretty pissed that I passed them by in favor of some tall, strong stranger. So if it’s not too much…I’d at least like them to know that the delay in receiving their drinks isn’t all for nothing.” She raises her eyebrows, hoping he catches her meaning.

He does. He laughs, a warm, booming sound that only makes her smile grow wider. “Of course,” he says, still chuckling. “Wouldn’t want to leave them hanging.”

Precisely. She leans down and kisses him once on the cheek, then quickly—so quickly she’s sure Varric would miss it if he blinked—on the lips.

“Well,” she says, flushed and straightening. “I’ll see you around, Fenesvir.”

He smiles. “See you around, Aurelia.”

#aurelia #fenesvir lavellan #forystr #oc kiss week 2022 #i have the biggest crush on fenesvir i swear #alcohol // #aurelia fic

[drunken-drengr]

Just a really old elf hobo and his adopted children

@forystr hey so this is what that cryptic ask was about, thank you for giving me permission to draw your lovely Fenesvir! happy 1k, I absolutely adore your art and your characters! And, y'know, I mainly decided to draw this because I was quite happy that I had found someone else who views Solas as an absolute father figure to their Inquisitor. I really adore Fenesvir and Solas' relationship, it reminded me much of my own Karrie and Solas'. Also happy because I managed to actually finish something for once.

#dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #dragon age art #solas #fen'harel #inquisitor cadash #inquisitor lavellan #fenesvir lavellan #karrie cadash #drengart

[reiddoesart]

hehehe attacked @forystr for my second art fight attack >:3c i just love fenesvir so much and had to draw him with my lavellan

#Art Fight 2021 #lavellan #digital art #dalish #fenesvir lavellan #fiohari lavellan #doodlesofaprincess #doodles of a princess #oc: fiohari lavellan #others ocs

[lyrium-lavellan]

‘I will either find a way or make one’ for the oc that fits best!

Doing this for Nehri because it fits a part of her story I haven’t discussed yet!

The Wolf’s Path

Nehri held the squirming bundle in her arms and would not let go. Tears ran in rivers down her face, patted dry by the healer who had attended her.

He was perfect in every way. His hair was dark, soft like the fuzz on a peach and uncommonly full. His lips were small and curved, his nose miraculously tiny, and on his chin sat a barely visible dimple. She hardly knew what to think.

Of course, she’d known what she was doing when she’d made him.

“You’re not going to leave me with nothing,” She told Solas, “I’m not going to leave with nothing to remember you by. Let me have at least this.”

She knew she would be alone - she had accepted it, welcomed it even. But now that he was here, it was different. She had nobody to hold her hand, no love to share the joy of parenthood with. She felt deeply and profoundly alone.

Her heart broke for him then. Fenesvir - the wolf’s path. She had chosen the name many months ago, when his existence consisted only of the feather-light kicks she felt in the dead of night, the pink scars along her hips where her skin had pulled to the breaking point. It suited the child, she had thought, of Fen’harel.

Now, as she looked down on her own little wolf, she couldn’t help but see the resemblance. The slope of his nose, the cleft in his chin. She was reminded of Solas’ freckles, the tilt of his eyes, the slight imperfections that she cherished so.

She needed him in that moment. She needed him there with her, drying her tears, pressing tender kisses to their son’s forehead. She cursed herself for letting him leave, though she suspected nothing she ever could have said would have convinced him to stay. She cursed him aloud for leaving, as if she thought he could hear her, wherever he was.

Nehri hummed softly to herself and to her son, thoughts swimming through her head. Purpose was there still, in the back of her mind, drinking in the emotion of the little wolf’s birth. But she had a new purpose now, a quest greater than vengeance. Reunion.

“You’ll know your father, I promise you. It won’t be easy to find him, but we will.” Nehri speaks, her voice softer than she remembered it being. “I will either find a way or make one.”

The Dread Wolf stole her heart - but she took a piece of his, too.

#prompt meme #pinterest prompts #solas #solavellan #nehriel lavellan #fenesvir lavellan #post-trespasser #dai #red writes #red speaks #spoilers

[luxecoffin]

for oc kiss week 2022, i decided to do something a bit different! who’s responsible for the kisses? that’s up to you ;)

part 1 here. 

top row: eurydice lavellan belonging to @star--nymph, talvinder kaur cousland belonging to @vakarians-babe

middle row: fenesvir belonging to @forystr, rabbit winslow belonging to @impossible-rat-babies

bottom row: pepper belonging to @ineed-to-sleep, katerina irakleids belonging to @rosewoodcasket, ilora betek belonging to @missiodine

#oc kiss week 2022 #oc kiss week #dragon age #greenwarden #dai #dao #star trek #star trek ds9 #vtmb #vampire the masquerade #OC #vampire oc #star trek oc #yes im early sfdgfhgjhkj #dont mine me ive held off on posting for a week thats very Difficult for me lol

[destinyapostasy]

are you taking oc questions? If so: did ashanna have to change her style of dress at all post-trespasser to compensate for her missing arm?

Um anyone is always free to barge into my inbox with oc questions, i love it! :D

What a cool question! Interestingly, her style of dress did change after the events of Trespasser but not due to her missing arm. She always wore very loose clothing that she would have no problems getting in and out of with one arm. 

However she grows extremely sensitive over time over the lack of her vallaslin.  So to compensate she begins to dress in her Clan’s style of clothing (at least how I draw it) frequently; dalish style halters, loose pants, furs, etc. It also helps it makes for very good travel clothing while on the hunt for a certain wolfie. 

#response tag #oc questions #ashanna lavellan #fenesvir

[vakarians-babe]

Happy OC Kiss Week 2022!

The full collection of my DAI OC Kiss Week fics is up! Thanks for a great week, everyone.

Much love to: @bitchesofostwick and Ellinor Trevelyan @zevrn and Ellana Lavellan @mournholdmushroom and Ros Hawke @randomjackalope and Enasali Lavellan @forystr and Fenesvir Lavellan @ottobooty and Neria Surana @lyriiumboy and Elodie Vandame

(keep your eyes out though for some other kisses in the near future, though! not all my friends' OCs are DA-centric, and I'll be giving some more love out to them as well.)

#laura writes #dai #oc kiss week 2022 #friends ocs #dragon age

[forystr]

oc-tober 3: old oc

Fenesvir Lavellan! Redrew my boy on the train yesterday and it was so much fun drawing him again -- love this rambunctious fella so much! My first big brained bearded elf moment in a long line of many.

#bweirdoctober #oc-tober #fenesvir lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #my art

[forystr]

A forlorn Fenesvir sulking because he lost a game of chess against cullen (he does not know the rules)

#dragon age #my art #dragon age inquisition #fenesvir lavellan

[forystr]

dilf-y fenesvir in honour of the da:d announcement

#miss him :'( #fenesvir lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:d #dreadwolf #inquisition #da:i #lavellan

[forystr]

Thinking about Fenesvir being betrayed by his father figure again :')

#solas #fen'harel #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 4 #inquisitor lavellan #fenesvir lavellan #my art

[forystr]

princessofthebirds asked:

whats bhaltair and fenesvir's favorite foods? and can they cook, do they like cooking?

Special thanks to @dalishious' and their post about food in Thedas for helping me answer this question! I actually really like food illustration, so I kinda got carried away!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #inquisitor trevelyan #inquisitor lavellan #food tw #fenesvir lavellan #bhaltair trevelyan #my art #food illustration

[forystr]

🌲 fenesvir lavellan 🌲

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age oc #fenesvir lavellan #my art #illustration #lavellan #inquisitor lavellan