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thevikingwoman · 4 years

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AU-gust 2020 - Prompt 3: Soulmates AU

I love AUs, so I will fill some of the prompts for the @augustwritingchallenge. Most of these will be short stories in my typical style.

AU-gust masterpost.

Thank you @ma-sulevin for help with the soulmate trope. This was way more fun than I expected, and I could truly have turned this into a long, but here is a long short fic instead.

Fandom: Dragon Age, Words: 2128, Read on AO3

Solas x Iwyn Lavellan | Soulmates AU | romance Rating: Mature. Soulmates, soulmarks, the one where if you touch you soulmate a mark appears, Solas is in denial, longing, implied sexual situations, fix-it fic, fluff. Arlathan and Dalish soulmark headcanons (I have more of these I didn’t even get to)

Soulmarks

Iwyn Lavellan had told herself she’d given up on finding her soulmate. When she was younger, she had, along with everyone else, looked forward to meeting her soulmate. To touch someone, and have a matching soulmark appear, to have them line up, a perfect fit, just like most adult Dalish couples. Not all, though. Some people never found their soulmate, and still found a partner. But along with every other teenager she’d wondered and wished and hoped and dreamed.

When no one appeared, she had taken things into her own hands, and tried to make it work. Despite her mom’s warnings of dismissing traditions (proudly displaying her soulmark, the one which jagged edges fit perfectly with her dad’s), she’d tried to make it work with Haleir.

It hadn’t, and she hadn’t tried to make it work with someone else, and she’d dismissed the idea of finding her soulmate. How many elves were there, and what would be the chance of her meeting her the right one?

Or maybe she still hoped that she’d meet them, that she could still find that one person who would make her soulmark appear, a perfect match.

All that was before she walked into an explosion which tore the sky apart. Before she was taken prisoner, and then was a not-prisoner, and had strange magic in her hand that could close the violent tears of reality, the rifts. Finding someone had slid way down her list of priorities.

But now she had a soulmark, soft green with soft curving swirls on her wrist, and she’d no idea who had made it appear.

With everything that had happened, it could be anyone. She’d been too busy to pay attention. It could be someone brushing against her in the explosion, someone moving her to the prison. A scout she helped. The timid city elf who was there when she woke. Iwyn had no idea if city elves even followed the soulmark tradition. Whoever her soulmate is, they had not announced themselves, were not dead (from the appearance of the mark), and she had no idea who it could be.

Solas, on the other hand, was painfully aware of when his soulmark appeared. He felt the jolt as soon as he touched the elf Cassandra had taken prisoner, the one who was dying from the magic of the Orb, his Orb, his magic. He had felt the buzz of his soulmark appearing, a subtle and hot magic. He did not have to check that a soulmark which fit his had appeared on her wrist.

It was almost as distressing as the magic from his orb seared into her hand.

Days later, he still hasn’t told her. Solas rubs his thumb over the mark on his wrist. He doesn’t feel anything, unlike what he would if she touched it. It is supposed to be pleasant, or more than pleasant. Intimate.

He doesn’t know. People can go hundreds of years without meeting their soulmate – he had, as a matter of fact, and it makes no sense that a shadow of this world bears his soulmark. Why her? Why now?

He knows soulmarks still appear, he has seen them among the Dalish. But he isn’t sure they understand the significance. The Dalish wear them openly, uncovered. Soulmarks should only be touched by soulmate and should be hidden in public.

Solas finds a strip of cloth he can wrap around his wrist. He loops it once, and then he stares at it again. Once he yearned for the soulmark, young and envious of those who had it, of the intimacy they shared. Before he felt peace in his loneliness, his cause, and his mistakes.

He looks closer at the soulmark, the soft swirls and intricate pattern. It’s almost… Yes, that must be the reason. It could be an echo of the magic of his orb, the magic absorbed by her. No true soulmark, but a mistake, a quirk of magic gone wrong.

He wraps it up. He looks at his arms, and covers his other wrist too. This should cause fewer questions. The sooner he can move on with his plans, the better.

- “Hey,” Iwyn says, casually.

“Greetings, Herald of Andraste,” the scout says, looking down.

Probably not him. She’s supposed to feels something, she thinks, a pull, a knowing. Or maybe not. But she can’t just ask – Hey, have you got my soulmark, since I appear to have lost my soulmate. No, that would be laughable, and she has to appear composed to all these people, who suddenly look at her like she is important.

She chats a bit more with the scout, where he is from – a village outside Val Firmen, and how he met Leliana. Then she bids her farewell, and she should go find another elf she hasn’t talked to yet. She knows Minaeve, the researcher, and Willow, the servant, and Thelassian, the recruit, bear no soulmarks.

It’s not like there is too many elves around here, especially ones that could have touched her in the those first hectic days.

It’s still hectic, and she can’t spend all her time looking. There is a Horse Master to find, and rifts to close, and a war to stop – or avoid. She isn’t sure. Iwyn still finds herself on her way to Solas’ little hut to talk with him. She has spent time with him before, but she likes his company. His stories of journeys in the fade are fascinating and strange. Maybe this time he will not have his wrists covered.

The problem with ignoring his soulmark is that it still is true.

Solas likes Iwyn Lavellan, her company and her questions. He likes watching her fight, all deadly power and grace. He likes her smile, and the light in her green eyes. He likes the warmth of her, sitting next to him at the campsite.

It is terrifying.

He does the best to ignore the joy of her company, the need to feel her naked skin under the palms of his hands. He is helped along by a constant demand on her time, by the burdens thrust upon her by the Inquisition.

By the chaos and strife his actions have brought into her world.

The Breach is closed, but their victory is short lived.

Soon, Iwyn is fighting again, Haven is burning and overrun. An ancient Tevinter magister, filled with the stench of The Blight, has declared war on the world and on her, personally.

Maybe finding her soulmate is not important when her life is doomed.

Iwyn is not with them. She is lost, somewhere in the blizzard, delayed trying to save everyone else. He knows she is not dead, not yet. The soulmark shows as much.

But she is out there, alone and lost. If she is not able to find them… if she perishes…

His uneasiness grows. He never matched their soulmarks. He met his soulmate, and he pretended it did not matter.

She does not know, and he did not match their soulmarks.

He is a fool.

He paces in the camp, ignoring the discussions around him, the shoveling of snow and raising of tents. The blizzard whips in his face. Sometimes, soulmates can sense each other, and sometimes over large distances. The connection is different for everyone and he doesn’t know what effect the veil would have on this ancient magic. But maybe, if he’d accepted her, it would have made a difference.

Solas steps further into the blizzard, away from prying eyes. He must work with what he has, and quietly, he slips into the storm as his other self. He’ll find her, and then he will tell her.

He doesn’t tell her. She lives, and he wants to show her his wrist, and he almost does. But how can he reveal their match, without telling everything? He does not know how she would react to the whole truth about him, or how he could continue his plans. What would be the point of meeting your soulmate, only to lose them again?

He tells her a partial truth about the orb instead, keeping his hands behind his back to prevent him for reaching for her.

He takes her to Skyhold, his ancient fortress. At least he can do that. She will be safe – as safe as she can be in this world – there.

They’ve been in Skyhold for five days when Iwyn decides it’s time to confront Solas.

Everything is mostly settled. The repairs of the main hall are well underway. Everyone seems to have found a place to settle in, and Cullen has organized the army in the valley below the castle. She has a disturbing report of Grey Warden corruption, and an urgent matter dealing with the court in Orlais. Neither is particular uplifting, and she can’t be distracted by nagging uncertainties anymore.

Iwyn finds Solas in the bottom of the round tower. There is scuffling above, as someone is moving around books, and adding new ones to the library, and she can hear the ravens caw far above where Leliana has made a space for herself and her messengers. Solas is bent over his desk, studying some books and taking notes. He turns to her before she speaks.

“Inquisitor?”

“Call me Iwyn, please,” she says, and her determination grows.

“Iwyn. Can I be of any help?”

“Solas. Why are you ignoring our soulmark?”

She gestures to her wrist, and Solas straightens in one rigid jerk.

“Do you have a reason for rejecting it? At least let us talk about it. Explain to me.”

“Iwyn, I – ” he reaches for her, then retracts his hand, then takes a step towards her. “We should probably talk more private.”

At least he doesn’t deny it.

“My quarters?” she asks.

He nods, and they walk in tense silence. Iwyn is acutely aware of every inch of distance between them, of the constant pull to take his hand. When the door to her chamber closes behind her, she almost gives in, but instead she gestures to the balcony. Some things are better done under the open sky.

“You are correct,” he says.

Solas unwrap his wrists. First the one showing his soulmark, then slowly, the other. Iwyn recognizes the whorls and swirls from her own. He holds out his hand. She itches to touch it, to align it with her own. Instead, she holds up her own wrist, far enough away to resist the pull.

“What stopped you?” She asks. It is clear that he knows what the marks mean. “I like you, Solas. I enjoy spending time with you. I was under the impression you enjoyed spending time with me too.”

She does not voice all her insecurities. That she might not be good enough. That he wishes for it all to go away. That she isn’t what he’d want in a soulmate.

“Many reasons. I have been alone for – a very long time. I wasn’t sure. There are also other circumstances. For me, and for you. I would not distract you from your duty.”

“I think it’s more distraction to not know who trigged my soulmark. And you should let me decide if I can fulfill my obligations, obligations that I’ve never asked for.”

“My apologies. I was selfish of me to not let you know.”

“What do we do now, Solas. The soulmarks mean – they mean you don’t have to be alone. Not anymore. Not if you don’t want to.”

She raises her arm a little.

“I would be kinder in the long run…” he shakes his head. “But losing you would…”

He brings their wrists together, and lightning, feeling, travels up her arm, through all of her. Warm and powerful and jolting. She gasps and pulls Solas close, and they kiss, powerful, hungry. They’ve both been waiting for this for far too long.

They do not stop, and stumble inside and into her bed.

Much later, when they’re sated, naked and wrapped in each other, he turns to her. His soulmate.

“Vhenan,” he says. He tastes the happiness of the word.

“Mmmhhmm.” She laces their fingers together, wrist touching wrist. The pleasant buzz that rush through him does something to calm his fears, to make him go on.

“I have more truths to share. About me. I supposed I should begin with the orb.”

He tells her everything, the orb, the veil, his mistakes and plans. His past and his doubts about the future.

“Okay,” she says.

He barks out a laugh. “That’s it? Just – Okay?”

She kisses his temple.

“I’ll have questions, later. Concerns. But I can feel you, Solas, ma lath. We will find a way.”

He knows the truth of it, and his soul is at rest.

#au_gust_2020 #solavellan #solavellan fanfiction #soulmate au #dragon age fantiction #viking writes #published 8/3/2020

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baejax-the-great · 4 years

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Quantum Veil Theory Hype Post

(art by @mosh-da =D =D)

Quantum Veil Theory: A modern Solavellan romp through the vagaries of grad school in Orlais. Lara Lavellan, physics graduate student, reluctantly moves to Val Royeaux to continue her research. Solas remembers every past life she spent with him, but things take a turn when this life seems a little too close to that of the Inquisitor’s.

This fic is fluffy and absolutely silly and it is complete!

Featuring:

Reincarnations

Physics puns

And they were roommates!

Ceaseless jabs at academia

A dragon doing the cha cha slide

Zero inappropriate Professor/Student relationships!

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Reader Reviews:

This story is completely .. just every sweet thing about all of them all mushed and I love it

Oh I want so much more of this story. I made my heart happy and made me leave wanting more. Thank you for this brilliantly written piece. If there is anything else you have written I am on my way to find it. :) Thanks

Oh Solas. Solas, Solas, Solas. You really know how to cause problems for yourself my dude

I keep trying to give this kudos at the end of every chapter, and I can't give extra kudos! This is such a great time and a great story!

Oh my goodness! This story is fantastic! You’ve officially ticked all my boxes. Modern Day AU, Soulmates/Remembering Past lives, Science Jargon Ahoy, holy moly it’s the trifecta.You write Solas so well, it’s a really interesting thing to see him still be Solas but still progress his character a bit to fit the circumstances.I’m immensely curious about how this is all going to progress, thank you for this story!!

I am ardently in love with this fic. I love Lara, and all the iterations of Lavellan she has been. I love this version of Solas, both bitter and hopeful and everything in between. The way these people have congregated, the situations in this current life, everything. I'm really glad I started reading this! I had to binge it this week! I am very much looking forward to the next chapter!

This story has been one hell of an amazing journey.

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roguelioness · 3 years

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writing tag game

Tagged by @ejunkiet, @noire-pandora and @thevikingwoman - thank you ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

68. The number would be higher if I transferred a bunch of my tumblr fics there, but I haven’t gotten around to it (and I don’t know if I ever will!)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

826,525

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Whole New World (Dragon Age, Solas x OFC)

Deja Vu Jamais Vu (Mass Effect, Thane Krios x OFC)

For Goodness Bakes (Dragon Age, Solas x Lavellan)

The Dread Wolf Took Her (Dragon Age, Solas x Trevelyan)

A Single Arrow (Dragon Age, Solas x Trevelyan)

(side note: I’m very surprised by the last two! Both of them were written when I first joined the fandom and I’m not very fond of them, but I haven’t deleted them because they show me how far I’ve gotten along in my writing journey. I’m also rather surprised that some of my other longer works haven’t gotten as much attention... oh well!)

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I answer most comments (with a noticeable exception). I struggle with replying to comments but I try to do my best to do so - getting a comment makes me incredibly happy and I want to let the commenter know just that :D

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

A lot of my angstiest works were also my very first works, haha. I temper my angst with fluff these days :)

That being said, here are some:

Solas ends up killing Trevelyan - A single arrow

Post-Crestwood feels - Rue

Solas loses Lavellan to his plans - Solace sought

Solas and Lavellan lose to Falon’din - In the grip of death

Some of those are better than others (a couple make me cringe, but that’s part of the writing journey I suppose!)

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most - of not all - of my stories these days are happy endings. I refuse to have it otherwise!

For Goodness Bakes is my happiest ending so far, I think. There are some rough patches but it ends in a very fluffy way. The Inquisition Job also has a happy ending, which for a Cullenmance is to be expected, but it’s still fun :)

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I don’t think I’ve written crossovers so far, but I do have a Stardew Valley/Dragon Age one planned for the future.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. A Whole New World had a period where I would get negative comments, and anon hate on Tumblr. It’s part of the reason I had to turn on comment moderation, and why I don’t respond to comments for that fic.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh gosh, yes. Are there different kinds of smut? I have no idea. I try to write hot, emotional smut, but whether that comes across I don’t know.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, no, and I hope that isn’t the case. Writing is so hard and takes so much effort, it would be such a slap in the face to have something stolen. I hope people don’t do that - what a terrible thing to do.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I imagine it would be quite tricky planning out characters and plot? Would each author write a chapter? Not sure how that would work, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it if there was a good way to go about it.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Solavellan, though if I’m being honest, it would be a tie between that and Solas/Trevelyan. There’s just something about an ancient elven god falling in love with someone who belongs to the race he believes caused the downfall of his people... I haven’t written it because I would be terrible at it, but it does capture my imagination.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but you don’t think you ever will?

My very first longfic (now deleted) was a Solas/Trevelyan soulmate AU that suffered from the too much syndrome, and as a result I had to can it. I have a soft spot for it because a lot of ideas I had in that story I’m proud of, but I just don’t think I can finish it - it would take way too much work, and I have other ideas that interest me more.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Plot. And dialogue, maybe.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Emotion. I know what the character feels but it’s quite the challenge for me to show it. I’ve been trying to work at it but it takes a lot of effort.

Description is another part that I struggle with - I often wish I had a way with the pretty language/phrases I read.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’m guilty of doing this! One thing I’ve come to realize is that having a different language in the middle of a story can be quite immersion-breaking, so lately I’ve tried to use only words/phrases that are part of canon and are well known. I’d much rather use italics to depict a different language - it does the same job but won’t leave the reader struggling to translate.

As far as using other languages - might be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t see the harm. Ideally, it would be good to have a native speaker help with the translations, but translating itself takes time and effort and should be appreciated.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh man, I don’t want to choose - I put in a lot of effort into all of them and I love them the same! (The one-shots, on the other hand, are a different story lol).

This might be strange, but I’m quite proud of Resurrection. It’s a very different story idea and writing style, and I’m pleased with how it turned out. I’m also happy with Succumbing, a Solavellan vampire AU that was my first attempt at writing horror. Lastly, my DAI:NPC ficlet series is a very self-indulgent attempt to explore the random characters you encounter in Inquisition (though I’ve had to pause it on account of not having screenshots - maybe I can pick it up again at some point!)

Tagging @ma-sulevin, @kagetsukai, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @redinkofshame, @bearlytolerant, @shannaraisles, @galadrieljones, @cleverblackcat, @hoochieblues, @rhetoricalrogue and anyone else who wants to do it (consider yourself tagged!)

#writing tag game #ask meme #i still cringe at some of my old writing #but i won't delete it #i've come a long way #and it's good to realize that sometimes

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redinkofshame · 3 years

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17! My favorite number.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

178,176. Dang!

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

@theDuckPond Solavellan slow burn? smlungst, 62,553 words

New Life papae!Solas with lots of smut, 6606 words

Marigolds in the Hanged Man Varrigold! :D Varric/Marigold, 43,527 words

(3.5 is Dreaming With You (Solas x Reader), but I’m only a partial writer on that one so I’m not counting it.)

Labor and Loss papae!Solas with lots of sad, 4097 words

Kirkwall Karaoke f!Fenhawke drunken shenanigans, 7023 words

Wow I wasn’t expecting my karaoke fic to be on this list! And you guys really like your papae!Solas :D

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do, yes, because when I leave comments it gives me anxiety that only seeing them reply fixes and I want to do that for other people. Unfortunately back when I updated every week (lol) I got in the habit of replying to comments when I posted something new... So now when I go a long time without posting a new chapter I leave the comments on read for a long time. Sorry guys!!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Honestly? This Nonsense. (Link is to a long series of messages to @keturagh at 3am, no joke.)

But, since then, I’ve figured out an alternative ending that’s much happier. I can’t help it. I want happy endings.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

As per #5, all of them lol. The first one that came to mind was Marigolds, but honestly my soulmate au Vhenaslin feels the fluffiest to me.

And, of course, there’s this one ;)

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t, not yet :( Like, I like the concept but no combination I’ve thought of has given me even the slightest bit of inspiration.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yep! I received one that was something like “Congrats! You’ve written the most insufferable OC I’ve ever read!!” and it was fucking hilarious because it was on, like, chapter 6? You read 6 chapters about a character you didn’t like and somehow it’s my fault?? lmao

There was another one I can’t remember, too, and twice people have called Elle a bitch. All of these happened to Elle from Duck Pond, so if that’s not a glowing recommendation~

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

ROFL yeah that’s why I’m here. Like literally why I joined the fandom.

Everyone I’ve written is m/f and not particularly kinky but pretty damn explicit. Sometimes I do fade-to-black or gloss over for pacing, but mostly... Yeah. There’s smut. let Solas nut

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Sure af hope not.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. At least, not that I know of!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! There was a Solas x Reader post on tumblr that people were reblogging and adding a little more too, and I guess that the foreplay went on too long because @keturagh sent it to me like ‘you’re the expert of getting the P in the V!’ and I’ve never written Reader fic before (or since) but who am I to disappoint!!

Then someone compiled it all and put it on AO3 here. I don’t have a damn clue where my writing begins -- other than I got the P in the V lol. Every once in a while I get a notification of a comment or kudos on it and every SINGLE time I’m like

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Very clearly Solavellan. Though I’m also very into Opal/Nik from the Minimum Wage Magic books by Rachel Aaron. I listened to the audiobook because Patrick Weekes shared their reading list on twitter once and it was on there and I’m a HUGE sucker for juxtaposition. Gets me every time.

I’ve since read uuuhhhh almost everything Rachel Aaron/Bachs has read, and there’s lots of great stuff in there, but MWM is still my favorite series of hers by far. My own personal Couch AU.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Uuhhhh.... So many? Or more like I’m scared I never will, in any case. I started drafting a list of my WIPs and it got... long. I can’t think of any I made a deliberate choice to never finish. There’s only 1 fic that I wrote that I didn’t post.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, pacing, and sex~

I consider my dialogue my biggest asset as a writer tbh

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

WRITING THE WORDS DOWN and also how do plot?

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

In the fandom there’s a tendency to write lines in elvhen and then put the translation at the end and yeah no it drives me bonkers. It completely destroys the immersion and pacing for no pay off. I’m not going to scroll down to understand your story. I just read it straight and try to figure out what’s going on based on context.

I stick with the well-known canon lines that most of us obsessed fans know by heart. I think sometimes I put a translation in there for newcomers, maybe? One time I used a feature on AO3 where you can hover your mouse over the work and it has like a footnote? that you can use to translate. But I immediately stopped bc #1 I don’t know how that works on mobile and #2 it really doesn’t seem like that’s going to work with screen readers. But otherwise I just say ‘they said in elven’ or have the narrator translate it themself for the reader.

Also, a lot of people use the elvhen translations from that BNF’s project and like... If you WANT him to say ‘I want to paint you with my cum’ then just have the courage to say it straight!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

lmao Harvest Moon. Yeah. After that was Tamora Pierce (modern girl in Tortall yep). Then was like a 15 year gap until I got frustrated at the slow pace of the romance with this egg in this game so I wanted to see if there was smut... (Cue Googling: Is FanFiction.Net still a thing?)

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh gosh. Hmm. I love all my girls, but Duck Pond was/is a major work of love. Unlike my short works I really had the chance to explore more in a full length fic, you know?

(Marigolds is also full length but it was my first fic and there’s some spots that I’m not too proud of.)

That’s all the questions but I’m adding:

20. What’s a fic you’re proud of that hasn’t gotten much attention?

because I want an excuse to mention how hard I worked on Kirkwall Noir and how I’m surprised how little readership it’s gotten. It’s Varric! It’s Marigold! It’s super short, unlike most my stuff. Maybe that’s why people don’t like it?

Hmm, I also used a AO3 pen name, but it would still show on my page, right?

Thank you for the tags, @roguelioness and @thevikingwoman !! Consider yourself re-tagged so you can answer #20. Also tagging: @blarfkey @broomclosetkink @elveny @bardinhightown @keturagh @luzial

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luzial · 3 years

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How about one, two and three?

Thanks for asking!

1: are there any fics that you wanted to leave multiple kudos for, and were disappointed when you could only leave one?

Oh definitely, all the time. Especially with the fics I return to again and again. But to name one specifically, Moored to Distant Shores by flabbadence. After 5+ years in Solavellan hell, this is still “The Fic” for me. It’s PWP and has one of the best characterizations of Solas I’ve ever read. I would leave so many more kudos on this one if I could.

A more recent fic that I really enjoyed was nothing on my tongue by @ellstersmash . Again, great writing/characterization for Solas, and I loved the idea of the fic - each chapter is inspired by/written to correspond to a particular song. Great writing AND great song recs? Hell yes. Multiple kudos for sure.

2: coffeeshop AU or soulmate AU?

Hmm. Not sure I have a huge preference on this one. I like both. A coffee shop AU I’ve been enjoying recently is For Goodness Bakes by @roguelioness . I love how cozy and fun the story feels, and of course I’m always happy to see Felassan show up in a fic. (I mean technically it’s a bakery not a coffee shop, but I tend to group these tropes together, you know?)

3: slowburn or established relationship?

Again, I like both, but slow burn is probably my preference. I love all that build up and angst. (Probably no surprise to anybody who has read anything of mine, lol.)

#asks #luzial fic recs #onionjuggler

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mywitchcultblr · 3 years

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Shoutout to @oxygenforthewicked I am a beta reader of 'marked for death' and this story is really good, if any of you are into angsty Solavellan and soulmate AU I highly recommend Marked for Death.

Heck even a hardcore Pavelyan shipper like me can get hooked by this story.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #solavellan

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cedarmoons · 5 years

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😍🤷‍♀️😭😎🌎

😍: what is your favorite fic trope? — answered!

🤷‍♀️What thing that your fandom loves do you just not “get”?

This applies to both Dragon Age and the Arcana: turning any and every male and male-presenting LI into a Daddy Dom, 50 Shades of Grey-style. There was that whole phase of 2015-2016 Solavellan where every modern au had Daddy Solas, and now we have people saying Asra, Julian, and even Muriel are Daddy Doms. (This shit is why I don’t follow any arcana blogs). I have to laugh. They get pegged. Every single one of them. That’s the that on that. ☕

😭 Has a fic ever left you inconsolable?

It’s very difficult to make me cry when I read. But a few that have reduced me to a sobbing wreck:

No Featherbed For Me, an Arya-centric A Song of Ice and Fire fic. The very first fic I remember that’s ever made me cry.

I Come To You With Nothing, a Solavellan “fake married” AU, which does not do the fic justice.

Not technically a fic, but the angst AUs I brainstorm with @katharaya have me crying on the reg. Last week I was inconsolable between 1 and 3 am over an AU of Ziah as the Devil reuniting / reconciling with Kat’s apprentice, Rei, and Asra. It was uh... something.

😎 Who is your BroTP?

Dragon Age: Varric & Hawke. I think that’s just a given. I also love Solas & Cassandra, Solas & Cole, and Solas & Bull.

The Arcana: The Satrinavas! I also enjoy Portia and Julian’s dynamic.

🌎What is your dream AU?

Dragon Age: I once read a fic where Lavellan knew that Solas was Fen’Harel from the beginning, so an AU where she does DA:I doing everything she can to counter Solas, without Solas realizing what she’s doing, would be pretty sweet. Bonus if she still romances Solas!

The Arcana: Oh... Nadia/MC, where Nadia is the Devil and MC is the reincarnated Nadia-mancer MC. It would have Beauty & The Beast elements, reincarnated soulmates, monster romance and reintroducing reversed!Nadia to her humanity AKA... redemption narrative. Brb, putting this on my to-do list.

#GO TO BED #meme thing #replies #playwithdinos

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thevikingwoman · 3 years

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For the writer asks: 1, 2, and 4 (with the title of "A Sandwich of Doom" lol)

Thank you Rolo!!

1. has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you laugh out loud?

Probably? I appreciate all my comments a lot, and a lot of times they make me smile. I think I laugh the most when I see a comment from a friend which I expected, when they act predictably as themselves.

Like this comment from @keturagh on Soulmarks

"His uneasiness grows. He never matched their soulmarks. He met his soulmate, and he pretended it did not matter." PAAAAAAIIIIIIIN "and then he will tell her. He doesn’t tell her." I laughed so hard at this ahahaa what a guy, love him

because I know they read Solavellan for the pain, it’s a classic Ket comment. An I love they picked up on the latter sentence, because I thought it was funny too, and it’s funny we love Solas for being, well, Solas.

2. has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you cry?

No, I don’t think so? I might have cried over an especially lovely comment, but mostly I just feel warm all over if someone is really really nice

4. what would this fic be about, based on the title? (asker provides fake fic title)

A Sandwich of Doom!

This calls for a Modern AU I think, and thought I don’t usually write DA2, this has purple!Hawke written all over it. This would be a high school AU, and it would involve Hawke having a sandwich he didn’t like. He’d try to pass it off to his friends, but no one wants it. In the end he sneaks it into Isabela’s backpack, and she unwittingly takes it home.

Instead of tossing it, she brings it back, and the kids end up trying to pass it to each other, while it gets more and more.... bioharzard-y.

anyway. In the end it ends up in Principal Meredith’s purse, Hawke and Fenris kiss, everyone is happy. Except Meredith.

I can’t write humor, but this should be humerous.

fanfic writer’s asks

#roguelioness

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lvllns · 5 years

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sometimes i really want to sit down and write some terrible, angst filled soulmate au solavellan but i can never bring myself to do it

#caiti.txt #i mean no happy ending angst #which i don’t think i’m capable of writing.#i like happy endings and everything working out too much to go the complete other way #but sometimes!!!! sometimes i get the Urge

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lafayverte · 6 years

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Rosegarden Soulmates!AU

This was inspired by @squadrongal’s wonderful art here! thank you for all your delightful encouragement! Also I should definitely mention that the epilogue in this story is a blatantly obvious nod to @feynites looking glass , an absolutely marvelous dragon age Solavellan story that deserves all the nods and references in the world. Some of the paragraphs used in the epilogue are extremely similar to Fey’s story, so if you liked it and are into DA then you should definitely check her out. Happy reading!

Ruby sits alone and stares at the words on her forearm. Her soulmark was nothing like her father’s brilliantly bold and angular words, etched onto his back in angry red jotting, looking more like open wounds than an emblem of love. Nor is it like Yang’s, scribbled elegantly in striking black and twining around her right arm in what looks like a beautiful dance between shadows. ‘You…have silver eyes’

Ruby’s words are brown and they are written plainly in neat, simple handwriting. She knows what people think when they glance a look at them and don’t see any of the radiance that a soulmark usually has, she can see it in her uncle’s relieved eyes and in her sister’s sympathetic smile. Poor Ruby, she’s forever bound to a bland and regular soul. But Ruby just ignores them, because she finds it hard to care about what everyone else think of her mark when she sits alone and properly looks at it again. It’s true that her mark looks dull at first glance, but then she shifts her forearm a bit into the light and the brown words turn into a shining emerald green, and when she moves a bit more the green turns into a shimmering honey that deepens into an exquisite pine hazel. Her eyes follow the ever-shifting colors, and Ruby finds herself transfixed as the colors shift once more from sparkling grass green to a lustrous gold, and for the hundredth time the only thing that she can think of is how exceedingly lovely her soulmark is. ‘Beautiful’ she breathes. And the best part is this beauty is reserved for her eyes only.

Oscar wipes the sweat from his forehead, he bends down and reaches with his arms to pick up his tools when his soulmark changes suddenly, its deep red color making way to tiny specks of silver. He quickly stands straight and remembers to shove his panic down, Oscar takes a deep calming breath before he turns and sprints to his aunt’s house, his tools forgotten behind him. He grabs his aunt by her elbow and practically drags her along to the storm shelter as she shouts questions and protests at him, and Oscar desperately wants to answer if only to calm her down, but the telltale silver of his soulmark that keeps crawling over the red warns him against slowing down even for a second. So instead he tightens his hold on her elbow and grabs her wrist too, only allowing himself to let go of her so he can lock the metal cellardoor. His aunt in turn whirls him around to face her but before she can shout at him a loud screech thunders outside on the farm, and her expression shifts from fury to fear instantly. Oscar reaches for his aunt and pulls her into a calming hug, just as the silver on his forearm completely overtakes the red and the words emanate a soft white light. Who…are you? Oscar closes his eyes and imagines himself somewhere peaceful and far away, maybe meeting his bonded and telling them that he’s the one that they’ve saved time and time again.

‘Ruby Rose’ the old man’s eyes meet her own ‘ you…have silver eyes.’ Ruby tries to trample the crushing disappointment as she looks into Professor Ozpin’s eyes and finds an all familiar brown greeting her, just like her mark, just like the consolations that she can already hear Yang giving her, just like the tired smile that she knows her dad will have when he knows that her bonded isn’t meant to be her lover. It’s not like there was some sort of rule that said that your bonded had to be who you ended up with. A soulbond was a link between you and your consort soul, and your bonded was supposed to be the one person who can connect to you, in more intimate depths than anyone else in the world. But of course reality wasn’t that simple, Ruby knew that there are people who abandon their bonded all the same, just as there are others that end up fiercely in love even though there’s nothing that ties them. And that there were those who find their bonded, and yet feel nothing for them that can be described as romantic. But still. But still she had hope, until now. If the professor realized anything then he doesn’t show it, no doubt to save her the embarrassment, and Ruby is truly grateful for it. She’s even more grateful when he sets out a large plate with a small mountain of cookies heaped on it, and in an instant she attacks the poor things and shoves right them into her mouth, hoping it will wash the bitter taste away. The conversation she has with him is brief but not empty, he complements her skill and bravery in a tone that’s gentle and polite but not condescending and it instantly sets her at ease. Finally, when the headmaster asks her what she wants and offers her a place in Beacon without a second of hesitation, she decides that maybe he can know her and her dreams after all.

Oscar’s uncle has been missing for five hours. He squints at the book vindictively as he tries to give his homework one more shot, he straightens his posture and puts the stupid thing right in his field of vision. But it’s no use, the words still fail to distract him from the shuffling sounds downstairs and the dark thoughts clouding his mind. And try as he might, Oscar can practically feel his aunt’s distress all the way to his room as his eyes dart to his soulmark, not for the first time today. He sighs and wishes his bonded was here. Oscar leans on the bed, brushing away his unease as he lets his mind wander to them instead. He knows that he shouldn’t build up his expectation but even so, sometimes he still likes to imagine that they’re a huntsman or a huntress. In truth, all he really hopes is that they’re his age, that they want to see more of the world too, and most of all he wants is for them to be a good person. ‘Who…are you?’ I’m Oscar Pine! He wants to shout at it his own arm. My name is Oscar Pine! Maybe if whoever decided to bind souls together was a bit kinder, if they would’ve just allowed soulmarks to have people’s names in them, then Oscar’s bonded would be here right now. Laying next to him and talking about something, anything that would help him push through the rising panic in his chest. Or if they don’t want to talk then they can just sit in the room with him, silent and quiet but there.

Tears suddenly start to sting his eyes and he furiously forces them back. Oscar feels so stupid. Stupid that he’s hiding in his room like a coward while his aunt is worried. Stupid that he’s so anxious about his uncle when it’s probably nothing. But most of all, he feels like a stupid idiot for letting his crushing loneliness get the best of him. So Oscar gets up instead and heads downstairs to comfort his aunt, his decision already set in stone. One day he’s going to leave this farm.

Beacon has fallen. Beacon has fallen. Beacon has fallen. Ruby stares out the window into the soft snow, autumn has come and gone already, and yet she’s still trying to make sense of how something like this could happen, it’s mind boggling how carefree her life used to be just a few months ago. Nowadays, her dad’s always fussing and looking over his shoulder like she might bolt through the door at any second, and the cheer that used to come so naturally to Ruby feels much more draining, like she somehow has to be twice as happy to make the house feel just a teensy bit brighter. She wonders if Yang felt this way when mom died? Ruby focuses on a tree in the distance as she tries to tell herself that she hasn’t really contemplated on all that happened because of the stress and the lack of time, but in her heart she knows the real reason and she isn’t sure that she can live with it. Tentatively, Ruby rolls up her sleeve and looks at her soulmark for the first time since the Beacon fell. The colors still shift as beautifully as ever, but something isn’t quite right about their tone. Somehow they are all muted, like a layer of dirt has settled on top of them. This small change still manages to send an unexpected dread through her bones, and Ruby clenches her eyes shut as she realizes that she has to face the music. She knows when and why her uncle Qrow started drinking himself to a stupor every night, she’s seen it in the way the glass always seems to cover her mother’s figure in his team photo. In the way he stills for a fraction of a second when he sees her without her cloak, before he remembers to wipe the wistful expression of his face. And despite how he hides it, Ruby has seen the unmistakable white handwriting on her uncle’s chest. Heck! Ruby even knows that her dad still thinks fondly of the woman who left him behind with a baby! So why? Why does she feel nothing when her bonded is probably dead? Why can she only bring herself to ache for the loss of a mentor? A part of her soul is gone forever and yet she’s unchanged? What kind of a monster does that make her? Ruby’s legs work on autopilot as they head for the first real source of comfort in her life, and she finds herself standing on the open doorway to Yang’s room. It’s neat and tidy and dark lit and so unlike everything that is Yang that Ruby hesitates at first. But then her eyes dart to the bright sunflowers next to her sister’s bed, and the familiar sight helps her steel herself as she walks up to the bed. Yang’s right arm is gone, right above her soulmark, leaving her body eerily blank. Ruby meets her sister’s equally blank stare and hesitates again, she hadn’t really told anyone about Ozpin, and the idea of confessing that she kept this from Yang suddenly seems cruel. So instead, Ruby shakes away her doubts as she sits next to her big sister and confesses another secret. ‘Yang, I wanna go to Mistral…’

It isn’t until months later that Ruby finds herself in Mistral, sighing at her uncle. ‘Uncle Qrow, did you get drunk again?’ Her Uncle’s slurred ‘maybe’ muffles the light sound of another’s footsteps, and Ruby only notices that there’s someone else in the room when she hears a sharp intake of breath. ‘You…have silver eyes!’ Her gaze meets the most memorable face that she thinks she might ever see. The boy in front of her is about her age, his hair is a rich dark brown that reminds her of the sunflower beds around her home, and his cheeks are dotted with tiny freckles that nestle nicely over his sun-kissed skin. Then her eyes find his own and for what feels like the hundredth time, her breath is stolen right out of her lungs. They are so absolutely captivating that Ruby can’t bring herself to look away, and she watches as their warm honey shifts into a dazzling forest green when the boy cocks his head to the side, then back to a bright hazel when the lights hits his face just right. Ruby’s arm feels like it’s buzzing as an electrifying warmth rushes to through her instantly, and somehow she knows in her bones who this person is. She tries to look away to the other people in the room for help but they just shrug at her. So she takes another look at the eyes of her bonded, her true bonded and says the words that are etched into his skin. ‘Who…are you?’

Oscar finds the niece of his new drunk mentor when she angrily barges out of her room, and his cheeks color instantly at the sight of her. Ruby Rose is a very, very pretty girl with a self-assured stride and a vivid girlish voice. Her radiant round face is framed between locks of dark lush hair with scarlet tips, a color that’s somehow even more eye-catching against her soft milky skin. Ozpin is uncharacteristically quiet as Oscar takes in the enchanting creature in front of him. It’s a strange thing too, the old headmaster is usually silent but never really quiet, and no matter what he does, Oscar can always feel his presence looming over his every thought. But for some reason, the only thing that Oscar can feel from him is a quiet discomfort at the back of his mind. A feeling that Oscar completely overlooks when he suddenly notices the most striking pair of eyes he has ever seen. They were such a peculiar shade of grey, somewhere between polished diamonds and tarnished steel, like the storm clouds that watered their crops after drought. Her eyes had ferocity and protectiveness that made them gleam like true silver, in a way that reminded him off… Oh. Oh! As soon as the thought clicks in his mind, his soulmark starts to tingle, almost as if it’s changing color again but calmer. Oscar walks towards the girl as he takes a deep breath, and she turns around when he speaks to her, too entranced by who she could be to mind with introductions. ‘You…have silver eyes!’ Realization dawns on Ruby and her expression widens in surprise in a way that makes hope blooms in his chest, he watches her intently as she looks away and back to him. Patiently Waiting. Trying to hide his restlessness as he anticipates the next words that come out of her mouth. ‘Who…are you?’ Oscar’s heart flutters so hard that he feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest, and he almost gives her his biggest face splitting smile, before his joy is quenched by the fact that he has to answer that question.

Epilogue

It’s over.

He pours the last ounce of his power into their bond.

The world shatters around Ruby like glass.

And when the black and red and silver finally scatter away, she finds herself in Beacon’s ballroom, curled up in her sleeping bag.

She startles herself awake so fast that Yang stirs next to her. Ruby turns around and the sight of the great windows makes tears spring into her eyes, unbidden.

The night sky is blue and full of stars, how long has it been since the sky looked like that?

Yang puts her right hands on Ruby’s shoulder and drags her back down to her sleeping bag, and Ruby can’t help but get her fill from looking at the girl who looks like her sister.

Yang’s eyes are unburdened and heartbreakingly cocky as she tells her in a too light voice ‘don’t worry sis, school’s gonna be fine.’

She gives her a sleepy wink and goes back to her slumber. And Ruby cannot help but think of Yang, her own Yang, who died. And Weiss, who died. And Blake, who died. And Jaune, and Ren, and Nora, and Pyrrha, and Penny, and dad, and uncle Qrow and everyone else on Remnant , who all died.

So many people are dead, so much blood on the path.

Because in the end, she was too weak to save them.

Because she couldn’t strike down the world’s enemy herself.

Because she was too blind to realize that there’s a reason why the gods had cursed Ozpin in the first place. That bastard!bastard!bastard!

Because Salem was a tiger that bared its claws, while the bastard was a snake that knew how to hide in the grass, who tricked and used him like a cat toying with its prey.

But despite it all, he saw through it, even if it was in the last seconds of it all.

Save them. He had begged her. forgive me.

Ruby will spare him this time if she can. She hopes, prays, that he stays on his quiet farm and tends to his crops in peace until he is old and gray and fat.

It seems that she must keep the bastard safe.

Ruby curls back up in her sleeping bag, and scoots closer to Yang who’s not really Yang. She lets the tears fall as she bites her lip and swallows her screams.

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#rwby rosegarden #rwby #ruby rose #Oscar Pine #ruby x oscar #Oscar x ruby #RoseGarden #soulmate!au #rwby spoilers #look at those dorks #excuse my english #not my first language #this was too much fun!

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bi-otic · 7 years

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Fic Recs

My follower count has been climbing like MAD lately, so I wanted to do a shout out to some of my favorite DA fics.

These are by no means ALL the fics that I love, these are just a choice handful, and I will definitely do more of these in the future. (Also pls read the warnings and ratings on these! Many are definitely NSFW. Like. So much.)

@chanty92 AKA Enchant on AO3- The whole Two Wardens are Better Than One series. A Harrowing Ordeal was I think the first DA fic I ever read, and it just drew me right in. There are far too many ships for me to name, but essentially, Surana bangs everyone, and it is glorious. Check these out for fantastic storytelling, gooey fluff, titillating smut, and oh GOD the anGST. Awesome multiple-warden headcanon, this story starts in Origins, drifts seamlessly into Awakening, and is currently progressing through DA2. I can’t wait to see what other magic Chanty makes for us!

@khirsahle AKA Khirsah on AO3- Fire, Walk With Me is one of my favorite FenHawke pieces. It is a soulmate AU that I don’t want to butcher by attempting to explain myself, but it is a riveting slow burn that brought me to real life tears. Seriously. Angst abound. As the World Falls Down and All I Ask of You are two sides of the same story. Essentially, there’s a masquerade at Skyhold, and Cullen and Trevelyan indulge in some mouth-watering, anonymous sex. What more could you ask for.

@kauriart AKA Kauri on AO3- If you are in the market for some smut, then look no further folks, cause this is some juicy stuff ;) ;) Letters From Orlais (and the prequel) has a new kink for every chapter, and it is DELICIOUS. VERY NSFW. There are maybe 10 words throughout the whole work that are safe for work. I may be exaggerating slightly, but my point is: PORN. GOOD. Thank you.

@elvensemi AKA ElvenSemi on AO3- Keeping Secrets is essentially the iconic slowburn. We are 86 chapters in folks, and the good stuff just keeps on coming. The main character is loveable Emma, AKA “you.” One of the only second-person fics I’ve read, and after a point you just sort of accept it, like, “yes okay Solas did say this to me.” People ship Emma with any number of people (Iron Bull, Krem, Cullen, Sera, Josie...I could go on) but I’m pretty sure it’s a Solasmancing fic.

@feynites AKA Feynite on AO3- Looking Glass and The Dread Wolf’s Heart are some of the few post-trespasser (or trespasser replacing) Solavellan AUs that I can tolerate reading, because I can’t handle the hurt. These are not necessarily easy on the pain (they are definitely not, omg, ouch, etc) but they are definitely worth it. Feynite never once describes Lavellan physically, and yet manages to paint a clearer picture of the character than some might manage with a whole book full of descriptions. Quality stuff.

Delazeur on AO3- Questions Answered was unexpected. F!Hawke x Alistair x Anders. This is one of the most well-rounded stories I have read, and despite not being the longest, it has incredible character depth, lovely descriptions, and sizzling smut. This is definitely one of my favorite portrayals of Anders, and the only time I will tolerate Alistair’s drunkard timeline (protect him). Caralyn Hawke is hilarious and SO relatable, and makes for 1/3 of the most unexpectedly sweet thruple I’ve encountered yet.

I can’t recommend any of these fics enough. I hope anyone enjoys any of these as much as I have, because these authors are all incredibly skilled and amazing, and I look forward to reading any of their further works!

(Also send me your fic recs! I want more yummy DA reading!)

#fic rec #dalish speaks #my favorite fics #feynites #delazeur #elvensemi #khirsale #kauri #kauriart #chanty

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