#lavelllan

[furystarcat]

Christmas gifts for some dear friends of mine.

Halsin + @loknestmonster Tav.

Dorian + @douchemcbagger quizzy.

#Dragon Age #Dragon Age Inquisition #Baldur's Gate 3 #Bg3 #Dorian Pavus #Halsin #Bg3 Halsin #HalsinTav #lavelllan

[gaeldricge]

5 Fandoms 5 Ships

tagged by @imakemywings :)

Arcane: Mel Medarda x Grayson

Dragon Age: Flemeth x f!Lavelllan

ASoIaF/GoT: Joanna Lannister x Tywin Lannister

The Expanse: Chrisjen Avasarala x Bobbie Draper

Fire and Blood/HotD: Rhaenys Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

~~ I love how Mel/Grayson and Chrisjen/Bobbie are probably the healthiest ships here. I also love that except for Tywin/Joanna they're all age gap ships (Flemeth/Lavellan win! lol) and of course, long live femslash!!!

tagging: @malefiquinn @jkit45 @ziskandra and everybody else who wants to join!

#tumblr games #my ships #mel medarda x grayson #flemeth x lavellan #joanna x tywin #chrisjen x bobbie #rhaenys x alicent #mel medarda #grayson arcane #flemeth #female lavellan #joanna lannister #tywin lannister #chrisjen avasarala #bobbie draper #rhaenys targaryen #alicent hightower #arcane netflix #dragon age #song of ice and fire #the expanse

[thebookworm0001]

Sugar

Rating: G

Pairing: Ellana Lavelllan x Solas

Summary: Solas and Ellana visit Val Royeaux

AO3 Link: here

many thanks to @dreadfutures for this idea i was smiling like an idiot while writing it.

Not long but under a cut anyways:

To say that Ellna did not care to visit Val Royeaux was likely the kindest comment she could make about the city. It was loud, noisy, and filled with humans who, on their best day, thought it might be amusing to see her befall any number of unpleasant ends. Not to mention the largest entry to the city often smelled of piss. It was, however, one of the few places that was well-stocked with deserts and certainly one of the closest. So she would brave the stench and the stares, especially if she knew Solas would be coming along.

He had divulged his love of Orlesian frilly cakes early on, and Ellana was keen to take advantage of the fact.

They’d come into the market early, having left all their finery save an inquisition pin each behind so as to avoid the talk that would come from their being recognized. Today, they would just be two elves with some spare coin, nothing more. 

Solas had quickly taken the lead, guiding them to the stall he had spied on their last visit here. The cloth above it was a rich purple and the diffused light that passed through it sent the frosted cakes shining. Ellana hung back, letting him take his time with selecting his desert. He held his chin between his forefinger and thumb, his brow ever-so-slightly knit together. A warm smile crept onto her face. So serious, even in this. 

Eventually, he selected a cake - one topped with a mountainous swirl of white frosting - and slid the vendor the appropriate coins. The coin purse must have caught someone’s eye, however, as someone to their left began to grumble. Ellana shifted slightly, letting the metal of her pin catch the light enough to call the attention of anyone who might be inclined to question how two elves might have come across such a large sum. There were elves enough in the inquisition’s employ that had been sent across Thedas to barter on their behalf, and to this market in particular too, she knew. She had heard no more than the usual complaints. Though, considering how her ears burned, it seemed today’s crowd was less friendly. 

Solas held onto the cake absently, his attention taken by the unkind looks of the neighboring stallkeep. He guided them subtly away from spreading whispers of two elves spending coin frivolously in the market. Ellana’s mind spun, not wanting the afternoon to be spoiled. When the idea took her, it was all she could do not to laugh at her own ridiculousness. But when the tension eased from his shoulders, his spine straightening and face relaxing, she wrapped a hand around his wrist. His brows drew together, and, with her other hand, she swiped a finger through the frosting, taking off the swirled peak, and deposited the mass of whipped sugar into her mouth. Ellana set her jaw, biting the inside of her cheek in an attempt to seem serious about her sugary theft. His lips parted, eyes darting between the now-malformed cake and her mouth.

Then Ellana’s hand flew to her mouth to muffle a shriek as Solas grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the alley between the shops. Mischief sparkled in his eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder and pulled her deeper into the dimly-lit street. The frilly cake in his hand had, miraculously, stayed put, but her half-hearted attempt at seriousness had devolved into giggles. Solas gripped the offending hand in his own and collected the other, raising them above her head and pressing them into the brick. Solas cocked his head. 

“I do believe that was mine.” Solas’s lips twitched upward and his eyes crinkled at the corners in the way she knew meant he was holding back amusement. 

“Oh, was it? I suppose you’re going to have to take it back then,” she said, unable to keep the smile from her face even as she fought to keep her expression controlled. At that, his composure broke, and he was smiling as he slanted his lips against hers in a kiss. 

Ellana melted into his touch, enjoying the gentle press of his chest against hers and the subtle way he moved his tongue against hers - as though she herself were the sugar he sought to reclaim. By the time they parted, she was blissfully dizzy and her arms had started to numb. Solas stepped away, using his considerable height to keep the cake out of her reach before rather deftly maneuvering the whole of it into his mouth, a smirk lighting up his face as though he were a child who had successfully nabbed a forbidden treat from their mother’s store. Ellana rolled her eyes, but laughed nonetheless. And her bright peal of laughter earned her another sugar-soaked kiss, as he wrapped her in his arms and held her as if she was the dearest thing in the world.

#then she put pen to paper #ellana lavellan #solas #solavellan #dragon age #my writing #when i say this is the sweetest thing i have written #i mean it #literally and figuratively lol

[erionmakuo]

Inquisitor Ixchel from a Solavellan fanfic Dead Pasts and Dread Futures commissioned by @dreadfutures

It was nice to paint Dragon Age again, thank you for the commission!

#dragon age inquisition #lavelllan #solavellan #erion makuo #artists on tumblr #erion makuo art #illustration #fantasy portrait #marigolds #art commissions

[enasallavellan]

Enasal Lavellan Pt: 26

Everyone has their biases.

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Enasal stood in front of her advisers, tired from the long days of fighting and travel, and somewhat irritated by everything. The bickering had already begun, and Enasal was rapidly developing an unpleasant mix of aches in her head and stomach.

"We don't have the manpower to take the castle!" Cullen argued.

Cassandra leaned on the war table, staring him down. "Redcliffe is in the hands of a magister."

Josephine placed a piece of paper on the table, "The letter from Alexius asked for Enasal by name. It is an obvious trap to get her alone.

Enasal was anxiously shuffling her feet as they fought, seeing no way to argue her own views.

Leliana looked over at Cullen.

Creators, here it comes.

"And yet," Leliana said, “Some of us want to stand around and do nothing!"

Enasal groaned. Josephine looked at her and rolled her eyes. 

"Redcliffe Castle is one of the strongest fortresses in Ferelden - it has been under siege countless times, and has yet to fall." He looked at Enasal, "If you go in, you'll die. I won't allow it."

"But if we don't even try to meet Alexius, we lose the mages and leave a foreign power on our doorstep!"  Leliana argued.

Enasal interrupted her, "Leliana, what have your spies found on the Arl?"

"He's in Denerim, petitioning the crown for assistance." She said.

"There has to be a way in." Enasal said, pointing to the door, "I'm going back, and I'm freeing the mages. What can you give me?"

"Enasal," Cullen said, "There is no way in!"

"He's taking them into slavery!" Enasal said, "I'm going back for them!"  

Josephine would forever be forced to act as the calming force, "Our hands are tied, Enasal.  For now, we must wait until we have a better plan than, ‘Enasal stabs the keep’s gates until she,herself, is stabbed.’.”

"Wait." Leliana said, tapping the war table, "No, there is a way in." She looked at Josephine, "When traveled with the Hero of Ferelden, we went to Redcliffe, finding it under siege by demons and the dead." She continued to tap Redcliffe's name on the map, "We needed to get into the castle in secret. There is a passage near the windmill, an escape route for the family.

She nodded toward Enasal, "It's too big for our troops, but we could send my agent's through."

Cullen shook his head, "Whoever goes in will be spotted within moments."

Leliana nodded, "Yes, that's why we need a distraction. He wishes to speak to Enasal."

Josephine caught on, "While Alexius is speaking to Enasal, our agents could sneak in and turn the tides!

"You can't use her as bait!" Cullen snapped.

The door to the war room opened, and Enasal heard the voice of the Tevinter mage. She still felt chilled when he spoke, "Fortunately, I keep her pretty little head alive."

Behind him, an Inquisition guard scuttled in, "The man says he has information about the magister and his methods, commander."

Dorian stood beside Enasal and smiled. She leaned away ever so slightly.

"Your spies will never get past Alexius's magic without my help. So if the Inquisition is going after him, it would benefit you to bring me along."

Sensing Enasal's discomfort, Cullen walked between her and Dorian while he spoke, "This plan puts you into a lot of danger. I'm asking you to reconsider - we'll find another way."

Enasal shook her head, "I have to help those mages, Cullen. I'll never live with myself if they got taken to Tevinter. Some of them are my people."

Cullen pinched the bridge of his nose before nodding, "I suppose I should be surprised. Please, be careful. Don't be reckless - please."

Enasal nodded.

Leliana glanced at him before saying, "And use one of the crows to write when you arrive and keep us updated.   That way, some of us don't worry."

Another nod.

"And please, listen to your friends." Josephine said, "If they tell you to slow down, slow down. We came too close to losing you." She nodded, "Lady Cassandra is quite sure that we did lose you for a short time."

Leliana smiled, "We should encourage such talk."

"How will this work?" Enasal asked.

"I want to keep things small, two or three people with you." Leliana said, "As well as Dorain.  You will go speak to Alexius - feel free to lie and say we are willing to work with him - and my men will sneak in through the tunnel. While Alexius is busy with you, we'll take his men out, leaving him open for whatever you decide."

Enasal was pretty sure what she would decide. Blade, eye, brain, in that order. She glanced at Dorian, "You said you didn't want Alexius to know you're with us. How do you expect to get in there and still keep your cover?”

"I'll follow behind Lady Leliana's spies." He said, "Walking in wake of the no-doubt many corpses" He nodded to Leliana, "As long as that is alright with your spymaster."

When she nodded, Dorian bowed to Josephine and then turned his attention to Enasal and Cullen. "We should probably leave as soon as possible. Commander, Enasal."

As he turned his back, Enasal gestured with a hand - presumably a rude Dalish gesture.

"Don't like him, I take it?" Cullen said,

"He's Tevinter." Enasal said, "Slavers, all of them."

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Enasal had chosen Varric and Solas to join her return to Redcliffe. Varric had petitioned Bull to join them in order to prevent Enasal from jumping at Alexius on sight. Solas and Dorian seemed to get along well, so Enasal spent most of the trip with Varric or The Bull. Her dislike of Dorian was more than obvious.

"Don't you think you're being a little unfair, Seastorm?" Varric said, "What if he doesn't have slaves? Heck, what if he's against the whole thing?”

"Who says he is?" Enasal argued.

"And who says he isn’t?" Varric countered, "I'm just saying that you don't know." He grinned, "I mean, don't you get your Vallaslin from the blood of your enemies?”

Enasal glared.

"What?" Varric asked in exaggerated confusion, "I heard there was a clan who did. You might be from that clan."

"They're crazy, and everyone pretends they don't exist." She said.

"I know that." Varric said, "I'm just trying to explain to you. You don't like it when people make assumptions about you because you're an elf. Do remember the time you slugged someone for saying something about dwarves?" He chuckled at the memory, "Just remember how much you don't like assumptions on your elfiness and my dwarfiness."

Enasal grudgingly nodded.

#dragon age #dragon age inquistor #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age inquisition #dai inquisitor #enasal lavellan #lavelllan #the tiniest elf

[bdafic]

Roses Where Thorns Grow - Chapter 28: The Storm, Part II

Summary : Approximately a month after their unexpected break-up at Crestwood, Ellana struggles to maintain a working relationship with Solas. But reoccurring nightmares and the fear that demons may be creeping into her dreams drives her to seek his aid, as much as she does not want to. When they are drawn back into a rekindled affair, Solas’ guilt drives him to finally tell her the truth he wanted to at Crestwood.

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They used to sing to labouring mothers.

Songs in dialects too old to translate, melodies known by heart if not by memory.  Hummed, when the words were forgotten. It was an old custom. Passed down from mother to daughter, midwife to Keeper, over generations. As much a part of Dalish culture as the Gods they prayed to.

When someone’s time came, the voices carried on the wind through quiet glades and over rivers. Ethereal and joyous. Sisters, sages, helpers, friends and lovers — they sang for hours, or times through the night and into the next day. A chorus in rounds, in harmony; they kept a rhythm pulsing like a heartbeat through the bloody work of bearing life. 

When voices grew raw and eyes too heavy, others would take their place. This way they ensured her hands were never empty. Silence never fell. To leave her with only her own cries as company was to abandon their strongest at her most vulnerable. It was forbidden.

They worked as she worked. Guiding and supporting. Together, with loving arms wrapped round her body. Hands on hips and shoulders. Standing on the dirt in bared feet. Connecting her to the pain, the fear, and triumph felt by all who’d come before. Through tears and laughter they swayed — in circles and waltzes — to rock her gently into motherhood.

It was a tradition kept for more than just its value of emotional support. The songs they sung counted minutes between the waves, and the hours gone by since they’d begun. They masked the lowing cries when pain grew them loud enough to rise above the canopy. It was a show of solidarity, a gift, and the first act as village to cradle the life that emerged. Within that space sleights were forgotten, troubles set aside, and petty squabbles forgiven. No one would walk this path alone.

Though she’d never had a reason to participate, Ellana still held the custom dear. As a purely Dalish rite, removed from Gods and monsters, it remained unblemished. A part of her upbringing not tainted by all she’d come to know of her people’s history in her time spent apart from them. The longer she lived in this realm of thrones and kings, the weaker grew her connection to the clans that raised her. Each thread still tying her spirit there was tucked close to her heart, protected by fragile hope — maybe naiveté — that it could not be severed entirely. 

She didn’t know the birthing songs well enough to join a chorus, were she asked to. And she’d never been asked to. The times there was a chance to learn she chose instead to keep her distance. Cautious, sat on hills and behind tents, hiding in the periphery. Catching glimpses of swollen bodies through gaps in the canvas. She regarded the ritual with a sort of morbid curiosity. Through the eyes of someone whose experience had taught them they would not share in it, and did not want it. 

Her bloodline was cursed. It would end with her.

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[ Read the rest on AO3 ] or [ FF.net ] - A crescendo.

[ Re-read the last chapter so you remember what’s happening ]

[ Start at Chapter One ]

#writing #solas x lavelllan #solavellan #Dragon Age: Inquisition #dragon age fan fic #solas #solavellan hell #solavellan fanfic #solavellan fan fiction #quarantine writing

[raviollies]

did a repaint of THIS piece !! Heres to a year of improvement ! 

#my art #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #daee lavelllan

[iluviia]

Doing some warm-up sketches before tackling the give-away portraits.

Also, I missed these guys and can't ever get enough of them <3

Should I render this piece, yay or nay? Does anyone have ideas to spice it up? :)

#Dragon Age #Dragon Age: Inquisition #Solas #Lavelllan #Solavellan #Sketch

[someone-drank-the-tap-water]

Has this been done yet?

#dragon age inquisitiom #dragon age comic #male lavelllan #lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #meme #avaar #dragon age avaar #dragon age meme

[pimsri]

I wonder what “Kitty’s Collar” look like, and whether it comes with other accessories or not :3c 

I’m sorry to disappoint but i won’t draw dick

Junior probably bought it for Dorian, but as it turned out he rock this thing better than Dorian, so he’s using it himself on some occasion in which Dorian tops.

#kitty's collar #:D #pimsriart #pavellan #Anyone else have Top!Lavelllan?? #i cant be the only one with Top!Lavellan #dorian pavus #dorian pavus romance #dorianmance #dorian x inquisitor #junior lavellan

[kittimau]

14, 61, 76?

I’ll answer these for my Lavelllan twins...

Da’riel and Elaria

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Elaria is very emotional, but also empathetic. Her initial reaction is denial, followed by anger, then sadness, and an overwhelming desire to understand. She wants to know why, to grasp the person's motivations. She's the type to always want a happy ending to every story and feels if she can just understand, she can somehow make it all better. Unfortunately, things don't always work out that way. It's a heavy burden to bear, always wanting to help others and fix everyone's problems.

Da'riel reacts mostly with rage. Loyalty is extremely important to him. Betrayal is one of the absolute worst things you can do. It's akin to sacrilege. That anger gives way to a need for vengeance, which can sometimes blind him, or make him do awful things he never would otherwise. But it is still possible for him to calm, and reflect. If he reaches that point, the end reaction is mostly hurt. The kind of deep, dark angst that cuts into one's soul and never leaves.

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

Elaria can usually be found reading, or lost in thought in some secluded place with a beautiful view. In Haven, it's the docks by the lake out past Taigen's cabin. In Skyhold, it's up on the battlements. But she is also a very social creature, so much of her free time is spent with those she is closest to - Da'riel, Cullen, Dorian, and Varric mostly (but she gets along with everyone so she makes an effort to see and catch up with everyone).

Before the Inquisition, Da'riel could usually be found in taverns or with various lovers. Afterward, he still spends time in the tavern, minding his business. He gets along very well with The Iron Bull and his Chargers so he hangs out with them a lot, but he's not quite as social as his sister.. The rest of his time he dedicates to Elaria and Dorian. He also loves to spar in the yard, and lends Cullen a hand from time to time training Inquisition soldiers.

76. Are they good at cooking?

I answered this question for them here.

Thanks so much for asking @dickeybbqpit 😊

100 OC Asks

#100 oc asks #elaria lavellan #da'riel lavellan #twinquisitors #lavellan twins #my ocs #dragon age inquisition #ask me stuff #kitti answers

[eris-lavellan]

Eris Lavelllan <3

#lavellan #dalish #elf #dragonage #inquisitor #heraldofandraste #valleslin

[mindtrove]

I love how in 90% of my AUs that doesn;t follow DAI’s storyline, Ramia’s dad is alive and well and being his mushy self.

My favourite is modernau though cuz despite him and Moro being divorced they still hang out.

#moro lavelllan headcanons #arlen lavellan

[vaesha-draecon]

thevikingwoman mentioned you in a post

@vaesha-draecon​ I'm not sure? either? Welsh? Elvish? My lavelllan is Iwyn and her brother is Branwen. I am just shit at naming things.

@thevikingwoman I found some pretty interesting Welsh names, like Caerwyn. But I looked at some irish Galic names like what I did for my Solavellan kid, Faolan (Little Wolf) and found some you might like. An alternate spelling to Faolan would be Faelan with accents. I’d try here as well, it has all kinds of Gaelic names that would be fitting,

http://www.babynames.net/boy/gaelic

#thevikingwoman

[fatale-distraction]

For DWC, the way I said I love you: Over your shoulder, Lavelllan + Solas or (and?) Krem.

Something short and silly and cute for @dadrunkwriting

Ellana let her feet swing freely as she sat atop Solas’ writing desk while he tried to work. Rubbing his brow with a tired hand, he peeked up at her with an amused smirk. “Are you enjoying yourself, vhenan?” 

“Yep!”

“Wonderful…” he chuckled, pushing her knee off of a particularly thick tome he was attempting to peruse. Both elves looked up, their ears perked, as the rotunda door opened and Krem strode in, scratching his head over a missive held in his gloved hand. “Cremisius, what brings you here?”

The younger man’s step faltered slightly as he looked up and saw them both watching him. “Er…” He was still adjusting to…whatever it was that was going on between the three of them. Ellana’s soft little touches when they passed each other in the halls and her sneaky kisses were a surprise, but a most welcome one. Solas’ affection was expressed with more subtlety, but more unsettling. They were long, sly glances across rooms, a finger trailing across his shoulders or down his back as he passed by that sent shivers running through Krem’s whole body.

“A…a note from Lady Nightingale for the Inquisitor…” he said, holding the parchment out. Ellana hoped down off the desk, wiggling her rear until she could slide off, sending a few leaves of paper fluttering to the ground as she went. Before taking the paper, she locked her fingers around his neck and pressed her lips against his, tantalizing him with a little dart of her tongue. Then she snatched the note up and spun away, plopping a kiss on top of Solas’ head before hurrying away on Leliana’s errand.

“I’ll see you boys later,” she called over her shoulder as she went. “I love you!”

“I love you, too,” the two men replied in unison as she disappeared around the corner. They shot each other a look of surprise and laughed awkwardly. 

#solavellan #kremquisitor #cremisius aclassi #solas #lavellan #solas x krem #krem x lavellan #krem x inquisitor #solas x lavellan #da drunk writing circle #writing down fatalities #thevikingwoman #dessert club

[pellelavellan-a]

Listen mama lavellan deserved better <\3

Like and color….that has the real question these days isn’t it

#myart #Pelle lavelllan #Deshanna lavellan