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anders as a college student activist whose thesis study is focused on mage rights and freedom, and lives in the campus mage-only dormitory with ser pounce
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accidental-apostate
Imagine this:
An AU where Lavellan and Trevelyan are both involved with the Inquisition. Trevelyan is romancing Cullen and Lavellan is with Solas. Trevelyan and Cullen sneak off for an intimate moment in her quarters.
Solas: *sips wine* Alas, sex and intrigue.
Lavellan: That could be us you know, but, you’re being weird.
Solas: It would be ill-advised, vhenan.
Lavellan: *concerts all efforts to seduce him* *twirls finger in hair* I think the Veil is thin here because I’m all… Tingly.
Solas: What…
Lavellan: You could show me how you use your ‘staff.’
Solas:… are you…
Lavellan: Come on! Nobody would notice two elves… You know.
Solas:*sees servant with tray of pastries* A moment, vhenan, I must procure a frilly cake.
Lavellan:
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Meet the Family
187k words, completed. Modern AU Solas X Lavellan. Mature/Explicit rating.
Warnings for explicit sexual situations, some adult-oriented dynamics and issues.
Ellana Lavellan is a struggling artist working at a diner as a waitress to make ends meet. Her life isn’t easy, student loans and trying to put her baby sister through college means she’s pretty firmly stuck in debt, and kept from following her passions full time. Still, she’s happy, at least when the customers are good and the tips come in.
Sadly, they aren’t always that great. Her manager’s family? Customers from hell.
At least she gets to be free of them at the end of the night, though poor Solas seems stuck with them. Can’t seem to escape, which is weird. How hard could it be to avoid a few bad apples on the family tree?
Unfortunately, it seems like she might be about to find out, because she’s gone and done something that’s either the dumbest, or smartest thing she’s ever done in her life.
Fallen for him.
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Oh Solass, I love you but you’re so punchable. I want to do the whole song, but it’s so much work that I’d rather deliver the strips to you in parts. Deviantart
Solasmance: Calla Lilies
My flash fic contribution to this week of @malsweeklychallenge.
Pairing: Solas x F!Inq Setting: Modern!Thedas AU Time: 5 min
Solas was not fond of picking flowers.
He found the practice eminently selfish, destroying the beauty of a living thing in an attempt to keep it for one’s own.
But he crouched down nevertheless, careful to avoid getting mud on his suit. He plucked only the most mature blooms, a few from each plant, then gently cradled them in the crook of his elbow as he continued his long pilgrimage.
It was strange, returning to this place. Through the rise and fall of civilizations, it had been many things to many people. And although it was not but a nondescript stone behind a dilapidated warehouse in this age, it could never be anything but sacred to him.
"Banal’halam, vhenan,” he choked, laying his offering on the spot with tender reverence, his thumb unconsciously tracing the familiar grooves in the slate.
Solas was glad for the rain, at least. Despite the sting in his eyes, it made it easier to convince himself that after all this time, it did not hurt just as keenly as the day he’d lost her. With every passing year, it became clearer that he had been wrong about this too: dying alone was difficult, but living on alone was far worse.
Banal’halam: a word without a true translation in English. Meaning the concept of souls and memories traveling onwards throughout history within the minds and hearts of loved ones, thus meaning that everything – in a small way – is immortal. Buildings will remain, clues will remain of lost cultures, dead loved ones live onward in our memories. Nothing truly ends. (Project Elvhen)
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I love pulp and camp art (and writing!) and Dragon Age is ripe for the treatment. I tried to include everyone, and I wanted to hit three of the major genres- Detective stories, Adventure stories, and Men’s interest.
As a note- Originally, in the third image, Josie was the damsel in distress, but my husband argued against what he called her “debasement” and campaigned for Dorian to take her place on the grounds of him being a more attractive storytelling target (”it’s also more like Dorian to be bound,” says he). That argument worked for me, and here we are.
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Head-canons for modern AUs
The red stripe on iconic Hawke’s nose is a Port Wine Stain
Does that mean it’s Wine Magic? ...well then call me a maleficar.