#solas x maelgwn

[mogwaei]

feeling sad and bad about my art lately. channeled it into a much needed hug for Solas

#solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas x maelgwn #maelgwn #mogwaei arts #press x to hug solas

[mogwaei]

[Codex: Crossroads]

Solas ⚔ Maelgwn

What part of the timeline could this be? Magic is strange in the paths between the looking glasses. Timelines blur and branch and blend. To the unwitting wanderer, this could spell their undoing and be forever lost.

But perhaps...it is not so terrible a fate to find another wayward soul to be lost with, within.

#solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #artists on tumblr #solas x maelgwn #solasmance #maelgwn #mogwaei arts #i attempted some photobashing this time :D #maelgwn/solas definitely the type to intentionally get lost together🤍

[mogwaei]

sketch & ponder

#solas #dragon age #mogwaei arts #beginning a mural for maelgwn while he smokes her pipe :'D #maelgwn #solas x maelgwn

[mogwaei]

Nightmares & Monsters among the monstera

Solas 🌿 Maelgwn

(slightly spicier version for the second panel over on my twt @/spiced_eggmog)

#dragon age #solas #solas dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas x maelgwn #maelgwn #mogwaei arts #completely unravelling him with the softest most loving touches ;u; sobbingontheground.png #no links to the twt post this time just wanna see what happens

[mogwaei]

"I've got you"

[link to spicy version]

#solas #dragon age #maelgwn #solas x maelgwn #mogwaei arts #stupid orb lmao

[mogwaei]

just wanted to post it without the silly censor because I love them

if you want to see the very spicy version, follow the [link in this post to my twitter]

#solas #dragon age #solas x maelgwn #maelgwn #mogwaei arts

[mogwaei]

[Codex: A Touch of Light]

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #solasmance #solas x maordrid #solas x oc #digital art #illustration #original character #mogwaei ocs #mogwaei arts #what could they be whispering? #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

Ouroboros, Agent of Fen’Harel. A nobody witch and failed knight. And a wee bit Void-touched. [fic]

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 4 #dnd #original character #maordrid #dragon age: ouroboros #mogwaei ocs #thought about giving this a background for a long time but nothing worked. deserves to be posted alone tho :3 #my little void-touched bean #solas x maordrid #mogwaei arts #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

Fragments & Echoes

[Maordrid ⚔ Solas]

(fic here - Dragon Age: Ouroboros)

#dragon age #solas #dragon age inquistion #dragon age: dreadwolf #da4 #solasmance #solas x oc #fen'harel #solas x maordrid #otp: ouroboros #mogwaei arts #agent of fen'harel #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

The traveller called ‘Ouroboros’

#dragon age #solas #fen'harel #solas x oc #dnd #dungeons and dragons #original character #solas x maordrid #just reposting alone uwu #dragon age: ouroboros #mogwaei arts #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

sweet little sketchy somethin i did for an October prompt "Books"

Mao and Solas getting deep into their shared hobby - in this case, "spheres of reality" research (essentially, the effects of other dimensions on the material/Waking plane) but not without some antagonising...she’s probably showing him bad research just to rile him up 📚

(my fic “Ouroboros” for ur viewing pleasure)

#solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da4 #dragon age: dreadwolf #bioware #solasmance #solas x maordrid #solas x oc #not lavellan :) #otp: ouroboros #mogwaei arts #artists on tumblr #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

“Your move.”

[Mao ⚔ Solas]

(fic here - Dragon Age: Ouroboros)

#solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da4 #solasmance #dragon age: dreadwolf #bioware #solas x oc #solas x maordrid #otp: ouroboros #maordrid #mogwaei arts #my sword-cross lovers 😌🔪 #artists on tumblr #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

[Dragon Age: Ouroboros Codex - Precipice]

~

[Fen’Harel ⚔ Ouroboros]

The bad ending.

(codex text below cut)

“You are my dream. When you think yourself a nightmare, becoming or living one…remember that.”

He gripped her hand, heart lurching, “How would you stop it? If it exists within me?”

Her mouth twitched, briefly in to something forlorn, “Let our fortress protect you from it. You say I am a knight? Then you will have my sword and shield. Slip through the secret door and be free. I will follow, when I can.”    

The simplicity of her answer stunned him into a silence of deep contemplation and he could only watch her walk away, returning to the camp alone. ‘A fortress to protect us from ourselves. Swords to cleave through the darkness. A secret door for the two of us.’

That night when he lay alone on his bedroll, Fen’Harel dreamed of a knight in the Fade that shattered a crumbling pillar holding the sky apart from the earth. As the heavens crashed into the land, through the chaos he witnessed the knight gather the pieces of the pillar heedless of the danger around them. Then, without looking back they secreted it away to a fortress built in a remote reach of the world. Far though the knight ran, they were pursued, for the pieces once holding apart the domains were highly sought after. He could not discern their hunters, whether they were armies mortal or mindless darkness, he knew only that they were intent on destroying their quarry in totality and finality.

Within the walls, the Knight prepared, shutting and barring all the doors and drawing up the bridges. Ghostly sentinels patrolled the battlements and he overheard talk of setting wicked traps and calling forth beasts from the Fade to guard the inside.

He felt a wrenching sorrow when at last the enemy arrived at their threshold and beat upon the walls with steel and magic. He did not know why, for any of it.

He found himself gripped by the dream as he watched the walls finally give way and the invaders flooded inside. He followed behind, through the ruined portcullis and into a wide courtyard, only to find that the shadowy invaders had come to a stop, emanating a perplexed air. He saw why.

There were no traps nor grotesque guardians. Of the sentinels there was no trace—perhaps an illusion all along.

Instead, they were greeted by frescoes adorning every surface, painted with pigments no mortal in present could possibly imagine. A thousand beautiful scenes that shifted and changed before his very eyes—mosaics made of gems and glass and stone glinting as though each piece contained its own soul. Gardens flourished all around that could only have been grown from dreams themselves.

The ache sank ever deeper, where no sword could reach as he watched the army disperse in search of the Knight and the Pillar. He seethed with anger, as they tore apart the sanctuary they had made. But he was powerless to stop them and he was filled with hate as desolation replaced beauty. Though he did not understand why they sought to capture the two, nor the enmity between the sides, he hoped the Knight and the Pillar would not be found.

After following what appeared to be the leader of the force, it seemed his hopes weren’t for naught.

They encountered a hidden door, overgrown by syl’sils. His throat constricted as the rare and fragile blooms were crushed and torn by hacking sword and clawing gauntlet.

When the door was finally revealed, only then did the hateful trespassers cease their assault.    

For the secret door was already cracked open. They had escaped after all.

He treaded forward, not quite believing what he was seeing propped up against the wall, just to the side of the portal.

But before he could get a closer look, the cobblestones dropped under his next step and the dream collapsed around him.    

When he woke, his cheeks were wet and he had no explanation why.    

#solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age origins #da4 #dragon age dreadwolf #solasmance #solas x oc #digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #solas x maordrid #otp: ouroboros #i reused a passage from my fic..still one of my favs :3 #maordrid #mogwaei arts #mogwaei ocs #I AM SO WEAK FOR THESE TWO #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

[Codex: The Liar’s Table]

“What do you suppose he’s saying now?“

“I dunno, last night it was somethin’ about ‘his days as an Antivan pirate’. I thought that was debunked with the ‘secret Nevarran Thief Prince’ though.”

“Thief Prince? You’re too gullible. Or you’ve had one drink too many.”

“You sort of have to admire it though, aye? In a way. Alas, we might want to leave early - I think he an’ the dwarf are talking about...shoving things into the rift in his hand?”

“Maker, has he not had enough of explosions?”

~~~

Inquisitor Yin Lavellan telling increasingly tall tales with his (earliest) closest friends - Solas, Varric, and Maordrid! This could be any part of the timeline :’3 (from the fic Dragon Age: Ouroboros)

Inspired wholly by one of my favourite DAI concept arts done by Matt Rhodes who inspires me in so many ways with his incredibly storytelling ability through art. The original is below for comparison!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age dreadwolf #da4 #solas #varric tethras #yin lavellan #maordrid #solas x maordrid #solas x oc #solasmance #artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #mogwaei ocs #mogwaei arts #better times for everyone 😭 #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

Well, baby vhenan I've been here before

I've seen this room and I've walked this floor

You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya

~

[Maordrid ⚔ Solas]

Kicking off 2023 with a bang ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Full very nsfw version on my twitter 👉 [hallelujah]

[big boi fic here]

#solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age dreadwolf #da4 #bioware #solasmance #solas x oc #solas x maordrid #otp: ouroboros #sketch #mogwaei arts #mogwaei ocs #maelgwn

[mogwaei]

[Codex: Debauchery with the Dread Wolf]

It was late, well past midnight. And yet, there they were, raiding a cellar for its spirits.

She proposed it. Or maybe he had. He doesn’t recall who did, but in that moment he wouldn’t have hesitated to jump into a volcano if she so desired.

He’s not sure how he ended up here. Not physically, of course, he remembers that. He doesn’t remember how he came to find himself in these situations with her of all people. She’s foul and rough and her wild crone’s cackle grates against his ears like coarse gravel. When she laughs, which always seems to be at his expense--particularly when Sera pulls her antics or Blackwall opens his mouth...she howls at the Inquisitor’s puns. Her sense of humour is about as questionable as her morals.

But perhaps most inflaming of all is her stare.

He’d known her eyes were trouble from the start. He’d sensed her gaze often, cursory and light as though she thought he would not notice. He had caught her a handful of instances, fully expecting her to avert her eyes meekly or quickly occupy herself with a menial task. But no, she locked with him like a sword catching a blow. Interestingly, after a time it had become a silent game of who could outlast the other. He was loathe to recall she had won almost every time only because his attention was needed elsewhere. And she wanted him to know she was the victor, because she’d always pull a face as he turned away, some infuriatingly childish expression of triumph that made him clench his teeth.

It did not stop there. Somehow she knew how to get under his skin in the littlest ways. Modifying his barriers in the heat of a fight, casting after he announced he would, asking him for something as he’s doing it...challenging or questioning his knowledge despite it (usually) being easy to confirm. Or maybe she really was stupid. He did concede that her mask was quite effective, so it was difficult to tell.

He could never catch her giving the same treatment to the others. Then again, she was uncannily good at slipping from notice--enough that he’d thought she was doing it by magic. He didn’t like the idea of her getting away unnoticed.

Not that...not that he paid such close attention to the bothersome midge.

Not at all, he thinks, as she pulls a cork from a dusty bottle with her teeth. Like a raccoon with a good find in the refuse.

I'm only keeping an eye on her, he thinks after they’ve shared a whole bottle in the dark, whispering like a pair of thieves. Which they are, he reminds himself as he drinks more wine.

She’s trouble, he continues after they’ve found a table in this well-stocked basement. She continues to pull bottles from shelves. She wants to taste them all. A small keg with an ouroboros stamped into the wood. A dingy bottle with a man’s gap-mouthed face on it.  A few tankards. She lights the hearth--she looks like a demon standing with the fire at her back. He thinks he’s going to die of alcohol poisoning tonight.

She’s wicked. But he’s nearly wheezing at her joke about licking frogs.

Demonness, as he slips the dirk from her boot so they can vandalise the table.

They carve out the lyrics to Tel’uth Viral Laima Ma, the most abhorred song in Elvhenan. Is this what his existence has boiled down to? Cavorting with a rival in some dark hole bored into the earth?

She drinks him under the table. She sings, terribly. He hates it, and no, if anyone asks, he didn’t hum along.

A door slams somewhere. Footsteps above. The owners are back--she’d sworn this place was abandoned! He can’t move his legs, at least not in a quiet or effective way. She’s laughing at his panic again.

Then she’s lifting him to his feet--no, she’s carrying him. She’s absurdly strong for her size. But it doesn’t matter--they’re going to be caught, he just knows it. She snaps at him to shut up--apparently no one can see them. Magic? Or stupidity?

They slip into the night, around the back. The crisp air is refreshing on his skin, his mind. Some clarity returns--then she dumps him unceremoniously against a wall. He can’t remember if they’re in the city or deep in the forest at an elven chateau. He doesn’t remember when they are.

But he catches her moonlit gaze and her crooked grin that’s as crooked as her soul.

“Wanna fight, Solas?”  

He laughs. He stammers, but no words come out. The thought of touching her sets his ears and face aflame. That thought makes him balk. But he won’t deny that the idea of a good brawl with her wouldn’t be a balm on his wounded pride. Her grin is broad as the sickle moon in the sky as she fists his shirt and swings him.

The sky wheels above, melting into a smear of starlight, shadow, and too-bright, jovial eyes.

Too bright.

The sun is shining in his face. He’s on his back and his hands are tangled in sheets. His head aches.

He turns blearily, searching his night stand for water...and finds a crystal bottle filled with a golden liquid. Why is it so shiny? It feels like it’s mocking his delicate constitution. But he doesn’t have to read the label to know it’s an elvhen hangover cure. There’s a note folded in half beside it.

Even her handwriting is terrible.

I like being rivals. Let’s do it again. Maybe the stick will finally dislodge from your arse next time. Then we can beat each other with it. I'm only half kidding.

[There’s a lewd drawing at the bottom in place of a signature. Wait. Had he carved that into the table?]

The words are absurd. They bewilder him.

“No, absolutely not. Never again,” he insists to the empty room. He falls back on his pillow, crumpling the letter it in a fist and pressing the cool crystal to his forehead.

Then he starts to laugh. He laughs until his stomach cramps. 

He’s lying to himself again.

Read more about their bastardry in “Ouroboros” on Ao3

#solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age dreadwolf #dai #bioware #digital art #dnd #original character #solas x oc #solas x maordrid #otp: ouroboros #dragon age: ouroboros #mogwaei arts #they have a height difference of like ~41 cm...imagine that shit lmao #but she BEEFY #also this is either an AU or has no particular spot on the timeline :3 #Tel’uth Viral Laima Ma = never gonna give you up #maelgwn