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Would’ve could’ve should’ve by Taylor Swift is a solavellan song and no I won’t be elaborating
Trespassers romance ending is so funny, starts with Solas turning around dramatically then delaying the marks magic. Then he softens because he's internally like "I appear terrifying I need to comfort them" then he says I suspect you have questions all soft then Lavellan can drop the bomb if you follow his little hunt that he's the Dread wolf and he CONGRATULATES YOU. Then if you choose to be mad at him for leading through a scavenger hunt he has NO response because he literally could have just TOLD YOU but of course pride. Then he leads you to a cliff to go on his 8 minute monologue about woe an empire fell because people were corrupt, finally Lavellan ask about the future and Solas goes into poetry. Saying he's destroying current Thedas. AND LAVELLAN CAN AGREE THAT, THATS THE BEST COURSE. THEN because the writers needed to cover their ass's Solas is like *anime eyes* "no Vhenan you cannot come with me because I'm afraid you'll see my fursona" KISSES HER AFTER THE MARK STARTS AGAIN THEN DIPS WITH HER ON HER KNEES NOT EVEN TRYING TO FOLLOW HIM.
I just think it's just *chefs kiss* hilarious. Not even moments before hand where your inquisitor can pick the romance dialogue and everyone disapproves excluding the closest thing the inquisitor has to son, a compassion spirit.
A morning in the Wolf den. Eh... I mean Skyhold.
More of my babies smooching. It's 2023 and I still love them.
Please respect my art and don't repost <3
More of my babies smooching. It's 2023 and I still love them.
Please respect my art and don't repost <3
Welcome to my silly old people elf post ig idk they both make me sad and they both end up miserable I really don’t know
These are kinda old sketches found out it takes me awhile to adjust what I’m comfy with posting ig
Panomaya and solas Thingie I never did finish I love my old people.
Plus something else was supposed to be lore related but I live the texture of the dress so hiii
@sailwiththedragonsatdawn
While we’re here “the bomb” and “no choir” can also work. My own playlist has pretty much just dissolved into Florence atp
Like a deep intense brainrot and heartache
Final honourable suggestion is “make up your mind” if your going for something a bit more angry
heavy in your arms by florence and the machine is so solas/inquisitor lavellan coded
GOD I FUCKING LOVE MY LITTLE ELF MEN. MY BREAK MY HEART RIP MY SOUL OUT ELF MEN. MY “I CANT I CANT” WHINE WHINE ELF MEN WITH TRAGIC BACKSTORIES SO HOT I SPLOOSH I SWOON (fanart by me)
Portrait of a Dead Girl- a post-Trespasser angst filled Solavellan fic
Portrait of a Dead Girl (2076 words) by CrabsWithSticks Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan & Dorian Pavus Characters: Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Charter (Dragon Age), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dissociation, Bad Parenting, because of aforementioned trauma, Mental Health Issues, Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition - Trespasser DLC, Pining, i guess?, Solas and Lavellan are both still in love and miss each other, Enemies and Lovers, But they don't want to be enemies, Flashbacks, Both Kinds Summary: 4 years after the events of Trespasser, Lavellan is not doing well. She is continuing to try to stop Solas, but is slowly killing herself in the process as she pushes herself forwards so she never had to look back at all she has lost. Lavellan arrives at the Pavus Estate to begin a dangerous mission that will have her facing the ghosts of her past.
And I wish that you had given me the courtesy, Of ripping out my throat. And I wish that I let you have the dignity, Of letting me go. -Portrait of a Dead Girl by The Last Dinner Party
9:48 Dragon, 4 years post-trespasser Ghilara Lavellan pulled the hood of her oilskin cloak off her head as she entered through the back entrance to the Pavus estate. The cool air hit her, causing shivers to run down her spine and the nub of her arm to tickle with pins and needles. She was glad to be here at last. She had been travelling on foot for just over a week now, the operation that was being planned was extremely important and extremely secret, so the last thing it needed was word of the Inquisitor, blessed fucking Herald of Andraste showing up. And while a week on foot, an anonymous traveller among many on the road was good for subtlety, it was not good for her joints, which creaked, a dull and constant pain. She had passed her fourth decade a few months ago, as her body was always desperately keen to remind her. It was also not good for her shoulders which ached from the weight of the pack, and she was sure there would be sores from where the straps had rubbed against her skin, even through her clothing. Having nobody with her to watch her back also made her paranoid after half a decade or so of assassination attempts. So she had slept poorly and lightly, camping off the side of the road where possible, watching for danger. Hard to believe 5 years ago I was gallivanting across Thedas, now look at me. Old, sore, and tired. I swear my knees didn’t use to be this bad. She supposed she had had a horse then, and at least Solas had- No. She took a deep breath in, and on the exhale let all the emotions trickle out of her, leaving her empty and half a step back from her body. There was too much to do right now to get caught up in, well, that. She ran through the list of what she would need to get done before she headed out. She would need to check inventory. She had to carry more healing potions now that she didn’t have a spirit healer with her since Sol- No! She would have to check her potion stash to stock up on healing potions. And they’d have a war council as well to go over the plan for the mission. If she had her dates right it should be this evening. And that meant Cassandra would expect her to be at least semi-presentable. She’d probably be getting a scolding from the two ex-templars anyway over something she had done wrong. Then she would need to check over the chosen agents, make sure they were up to standard. Hopefully Charter had made it. She couldn’t be the only elf there or she would probably go insane.
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Random Solavellan angst idea that I'll prob never use:
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The crimson was soaking into the mud. Lavellan wasn't sure when the rain started. She could barely feel the droplets on her face. The deep gash to her abdomen was visible through her torn armour, seeping bright red blood.
There was no pain anymore, washed away with the rain. The noise of the battle field was like she was listening through water. Suddenly she was jostled as someone lifted her. She thought she could hear someone calling her but they sounded so far away. She forced her eyes to focus.
Solas stared down at her, eyes wide and face twisted like he was in pain. She tried to sit up but her strength was failing her.
Oh.
She was dying, wasn't she?
Her thoughts seemed to clear as Solas tried desperately to heal her. She could faintly feel the warm glow of his magic.
"Your magic can't heal this..."
"Vhenan, don't." His voice was rough and broken, and she wasn't sure if it was the rain or if he was crying.
Her fingers twitched to wipe them away but couldn't will her arms to move.
"Vhenan, please... stay." He looked so much like the broken man who had left her that evening in Crestwood. Yet his words were so different now.
Lavellan tried to smile for him.
"I wish I could Vhenan... I wanted..." her breath trembled. "I wanted one last dream with you..."
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THE END.
Came to me during my walk home from work and I already have too many fic WIPs to make new ones.
Doomed by the narrative Solavellan rots in my skull.
In which Solas gives in to his desires to hold Lavellan, until she starts asking questions.
The first ever animatic I made.
(I know some lyrics are wrong but this animatic is almost a year old by now)
"The Three of Swords"
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My darlings. My loves. My Roman Empire.
When all is said and done I hope they get to find some peace.
His pride weighs on him, seeing such a beautiful spirit, knowing that, in a way, his mistakes have killed her. His heart.
Var Lath Vir Suledin
+ Some close up details♡
"Your Regularly Scheduled Anchor Maintenance"
One of my discord moots' inky getting a little check-up
im fineeeeeeeeeeee thnkuverymuch