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She found his Randy dowager inquisitor centerfold limited print issue.
its HEAVILY annotated
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are we sure the only way out is through? like. are we sure we can't just. go around
Anonymous asked:
Solavellan fic recs please I’m so hungry 🥺🥺
oh I'd love to provide! these have been my personal favorites so far (also fair warning, I am a solavellan fucked in DAI truther and that is reflected in my choices below so your mileage may vary)
- Everything by niceasspavus - especially their fic Servitude which is an absolute masterwork. The prose is succinct but spectacular, the smut is excellent and never feels out of place (smut sometimes can with solavellan okay) and they dig into Solas' mind in a really beautiful way. They also started a modern AU fic and while that's not usually my trope at all, I've actually read what they have posted so far like three times because it's so good. Can't wait to see if they grace us with more.
- Fellchaser by @rosieofcorona - Okay make that literally anything Darcy touches I recommend but Fellchaser is...I want to plaster my walls with it. The walls of my mind prison at least. The first time I read it, I literally read it five times back to back to back (I was admittedly very high but that's NOT THE POINT) because I was so taken with the prose and every detail. It is absolute perfection, seriously, the only thing wrong with it is that it isn't 100k words
- What He Wouldn't Give by sugarhihello - a devastating take what happens immediately after the Crestwood scene we know and hate to love. I'm scared of writers who can make me want more of a scene like that and yet this fic gives me that
- The Waiting by say_lene - solavellan thigh riding, need I say more?
- Even Gods Need Miracles by callmebecks - A study of Solas' mindset from DAI to now include the DAV ending.
- A Field as Wild as Your Heart by lillith_morgana - An exceptional take on the solavellan ending/post-DAV with gorgeous prose
- Dreadful Recollections by @scaryanneee - if you know me from the bg3 era at all, you know Think of Me is a smut of all time so scaryanne joining us in solavellan hell has been SO FUN (for me personally at least eheheh) This little smut is so brilliant because it truly gave me so many ideas to play with for my own ship during this time period while also being so hot??? Also just read the tags on this and you know you're in for a great time
- Handle With Care by feynite - I'm sure you've seen feynite if you've looked at solavellan fics because Looking Glass is the biggest one but I think this is just a really excellent little fic of theirs. Sad AND sexy - what every Solas fan is looking for I think
solavellan moots, please feel free to add on - I'm always looking for more and I'm sure others are too! anon - hope this gave you some tasty morsels and feel free to come back if you need more! xoxox
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banal nadas (for @pixdoodles)
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tumblr please stop telling me to wd40 a mouse
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so um.. hands huh..
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Letters We Should've Sent
Eight years pass and they both keep track of it, words they didn't share but should have. Words that might have made all the difference.
(very minor DAV spoilers sprinkled throughout)
Rating: T? If that? Word Count: 4,880
[ao3 link]
Preview
Solas,
I am on my way to Orlais, and the sunrise is clearing the fog from a meadow where I’ve made camp, and I am thinking of you. Thinking of moments like this from years past, where we would rise before the others and walk to the edge of our campsite for a few stolen moments alone at dawn. I cannot help but wonder if you might think of them too, wherever you are now. Is it warm there? Are you in a city? The mountains?
To have known it all, or what felt like it all, for so long, and now to have nothing is a wound I fear will never heal. How am I supposed to look at these places we once walked together the same way? How am I supposed to continue on like this - like everything is just how it was?
You are gone and I am…this. A woman broken by grief and anger and duty. Someone I no longer like or recognize and I’m sure you wouldn’t either.
All anyone sees anymore is The Inquisitor. Even with the inquisition disbanded.
I am no longer a woman or an elf or a person at all. I haven’t been in so long. I have become something other, entirely not my own and yet not belonging to anyone in particular either. I am not a figurehead of the chantry or a single nation, I do not belong to the humans or the elves or anyone else. It feels as though I have given away a small piece of myself to everyone that’s ever asked and now I am hollowed out, staring at a sunrise and wishing I had left it all behind to end the world with you.
I can’t keep myself from writing letters, filling pages and pages with thoughts I wish I were mindlessly sharing with you, knowing I’ll never send them.
I don’t even know if I ought to write vhenan on these letters anymore. To write my love on paper feels foolish, even if you’ll never see it. But then you know - you have to know. I will never love another as I loved you. I will never see another sunrise and think of anything but the mornings where you told me you loved me and always would.
Were you the god of lies even then?
-Morinne
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The armour detail 🤍
@brain-rot-central HIDING THIS GOLD IN THE TAGS???? HELLO???
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fuck it. i'm writing DAI and using it as an opportunity to write a love story and also psychoanalyze solas with what we learned from DAV. whatever. if you even care.
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I've seen it said that Rook is a better romance option for Solas because unlike Lavellan, they know who he is from the get go. So let me make something clear:
Rook does not know Solas better than Lavellan does. They know his history, his crimes, even his regrets, but what he shows when they talk to him is very much a mask.
Fen'harel is not who Solas is. As dishonest as he was about his past during his time with the Inquisition, he also came the closest to being himself ever since he took a body.
In sappy terms, he hid his deeds and plans from Lavellan, but not his heart. With Rook, it's the opposite.
Who we see in Veilguard is not some kind of "Solas unmasked", it's Solas who has returned to wearing the mask he was allowed to shed for a little while and hide the fact he'd ever worn it.
The raggedy apostate who plays mental chess with Bull, trolls Sera, beats Blackwall at diamondback, who nerds out about magic with Dorian and approves of helping every single hinterlands peasant you encounter, that's the real Solas. Keeping his past a secret is what allowed him to stop being what his service to Mythal and his people made him into, even if for just a little while.
i just wanna say guys i got laid off today and the love on the letters fic just. yeah. it really fucking turned my day around. i'm so glad something so sad from my soul could somehow give you guys something that could then make me so happy in return? anyway
i am soooooooooo fine and normal right now you guys you have no idea
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Letters We Should've Sent
Eight years pass and they both keep track of it, words they didn't share but should have. Words that might have made all the difference.
(very minor DAV spoilers sprinkled throughout)
Rating: T? If that? Word Count: 4,880
[ao3 link]
Preview
Solas,
I am on my way to Orlais, and the sunrise is clearing the fog from a meadow where I’ve made camp, and I am thinking of you. Thinking of moments like this from years past, where we would rise before the others and walk to the edge of our campsite for a few stolen moments alone at dawn. I cannot help but wonder if you might think of them too, wherever you are now. Is it warm there? Are you in a city? The mountains?
To have known it all, or what felt like it all, for so long, and now to have nothing is a wound I fear will never heal. How am I supposed to look at these places we once walked together the same way? How am I supposed to continue on like this - like everything is just how it was?
You are gone and I am…this. A woman broken by grief and anger and duty. Someone I no longer like or recognize and I’m sure you wouldn’t either.
All anyone sees anymore is The Inquisitor. Even with the inquisition disbanded.
I am no longer a woman or an elf or a person at all. I haven’t been in so long. I have become something other, entirely not my own and yet not belonging to anyone in particular either. I am not a figurehead of the chantry or a single nation, I do not belong to the humans or the elves or anyone else. It feels as though I have given away a small piece of myself to everyone that’s ever asked and now I am hollowed out, staring at a sunrise and wishing I had left it all behind to end the world with you.
I can’t keep myself from writing letters, filling pages and pages with thoughts I wish I were mindlessly sharing with you, knowing I’ll never send them.
I don’t even know if I ought to write vhenan on these letters anymore. To write my love on paper feels foolish, even if you’ll never see it. But then you know - you have to know. I will never love another as I loved you. I will never see another sunrise and think of anything but the mornings where you told me you loved me and always would.
Were you the god of lies even then?
-Morinne
OH OKAY UMMMMM...................I'M...........UMMMMMMMMMMMM
Letters We Should've Sent
Eight years pass and they both keep track of it, words they didn't share but should have. Words that might have made all the difference.
(very minor DAV spoilers sprinkled throughout)
Rating: T? If that? Word Count: 4,880
[ao3 link]
Preview
Solas,
I am on my way to Orlais, and the sunrise is clearing the fog from a meadow where I’ve made camp, and I am thinking of you. Thinking of moments like this from years past, where we would rise before the others and walk to the edge of our campsite for a few stolen moments alone at dawn. I cannot help but wonder if you might think of them too, wherever you are now. Is it warm there? Are you in a city? The mountains?
To have known it all, or what felt like it all, for so long, and now to have nothing is a wound I fear will never heal. How am I supposed to look at these places we once walked together the same way? How am I supposed to continue on like this - like everything is just how it was?
You are gone and I am…this. A woman broken by grief and anger and duty. Someone I no longer like or recognize and I’m sure you wouldn’t either.
All anyone sees anymore is The Inquisitor. Even with the inquisition disbanded.
I am no longer a woman or an elf or a person at all. I haven’t been in so long. I have become something other, entirely not my own and yet not belonging to anyone in particular either. I am not a figurehead of the chantry or a single nation, I do not belong to the humans or the elves or anyone else. It feels as though I have given away a small piece of myself to everyone that’s ever asked and now I am hollowed out, staring at a sunrise and wishing I had left it all behind to end the world with you.
I can’t keep myself from writing letters, filling pages and pages with thoughts I wish I were mindlessly sharing with you, knowing I’ll never send them.
I don’t even know if I ought to write vhenan on these letters anymore. To write my love on paper feels foolish, even if you’ll never see it. But then you know - you have to know. I will never love another as I loved you. I will never see another sunrise and think of anything but the mornings where you told me you loved me and always would.
Were you the god of lies even then?
-Morinne
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I have mentioned my Dragon Age colour theory assigning spirits and demons to each installment and I am pleased to report that Veilguard actually fits right in. Basically
Origins: Despair, inflicted by the Blight but also suffered by Loghain (who is driven to atrocities by desperation). The Warden represents Valour, a possible opposite of Despair (also the first benevolent spirit they meet in the Mage origin). Valour is not just about bravery, but also self-sacrifice, which is a big part of the Warden's storyline.
DA2: Rage, that of the Arishok, but also Anders, Orsino and Meredith. Anders does what he does due to helpless rage at the injustice he is forced to witness every day. Hawke represents Love. It is their love for their family and eventually Kirkwall that motivates everything they do, and even though they fail to save Kirkwall, it is potentially their love for their companions that allows all of them to emerge alive.
Inquisition: Fear. The heroes fight it both literally in the form of Nightmare and figuratively by giving hope to the people. Fear is also what drives Corypheus, fear of there not being gods. The Inquisitor represents Hope. At mutliple points in the story, they have to come to terms with the fact that sometimes, hope is needed more than the truth, and they craft themselves into a figure that would bring hope to others even at the cost of their own individuality.
Veilguard: Pride (of course). Apart from it being Solas' literal name and the motivation that drives all three elven gods (the notion that only they know what's best for the world), the companion quests all include the characters swallowing their pride in one way or the other. Rook (bear with me) represents Wisdom. For all their snark and chaos gremlin tendencies, they also prove time and again that they have a deep understanding of human nature, as well as a firm grasp on morality. They are not the strongest or the most charismatic or the most powerful, but when push comes to shove, they are wise enough to listen to advice, to give it in return and potentially to find the good that is left in the heart of the God of Lies.