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saw someone liking specifically my 2015 reblog of an old callout post for project elvhen and like oh, this is making the rounds again-

tbh i completely forgot the details why it sucked. i did not need to be reminded why it sucked but alas

also yes i have been here since 10 years ago, and i dont know shit about whats going on in fandom now but sometimes im like hm. maybe its better i dont wheeze

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I bet they would’ve mocked him first rather than being surprised.

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okay okay here's the DA version (tagged by @broodwolf221)

make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most:

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Andraste's flaming sword …. 🧎

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thinkin about what's under that armor....

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solas x fenris - it was an accident. well… mostly an accident.

helping you cross out that entire list of solas ships

okay this went completely off the rails 😂suddenly au! in which solas does his whole thing, tears down the veil, and the end result is pretty anticlimatic interpreting this prompt very, very liberally lmao @dadrunkwriting 1359 words cw: mentions of alienages being destroyed

Things had not gone as he had planned.

His worst fears… had not come true. He had convinced himself of the steep price, forced himself to accept it—as much as he could—and to proceed with it in mind.

He had not expected it to go so smoothly.

Removing the Veil was liberating, and the Fade and the waking world did not crash together with violence, but flowed together with ease. It was a sweet, gentle symphony.

For some months after, he had wandered. Of those who had chosen to follow him, the ones who'd never had magic now possessed it. Others were teaching them, training them in how to utilize it safely, but he knew that even the most familiar were having to learn it anew. But he knew there were many others throughout the world who would be in the same situation, without the benefit of preparedness.

He had felt lost. His ultimate plan fulfilled, and all the prices he'd been willing to pay lifted, as if it was to be given freely. He couldn't help but feel that someone else was paying for what he had done, and a part of him was traveling to find them, to find the dissonance. He needed to find it. And he needed to dedicate himself to fixing it.

If no toll was enacted, he would forge and pay one himself.

His wandering, his search, had led him far. He had aided spirits, helping them adapt to the new, old world. He had encountered a number of Dalish clans, but left them alone—after all, they knew how to train mages. He ended up going towards various cities, seeking the disenfranchised within them.

All elves were mages, now. Many humans as well. Amidst tall buildings and under the weight of Chantry judgement had been where the price of change had truly been paid. Some alienages had been wiped out. Others, learning their magic quickly, fought back. Blood had been spilt on both sides, but always, always the elves had lost more.

But not all.

The victories were grim and costly, but they were victories still. In some cases, the alienages had been abandoned and destroyed; in others, they continued to live in them but there were no more barriers between the alienage and the rest of the city.

He kept traveling. He helped where he could, just another elf, for once unremarkable, even with his staff. All elves were mages now. And they had created a space for themselves. This was not overnight equality—they were still harassed, targeted, killed. But they had an undeniable way to fight back now, their deepest power returned to them.

But he had come to a city, and nearly passed through, when he was finally stopped. Chilled all the way through, he found the one who was paying the price.

A shock of white hair, yet it seemed muted compared to the erratic sparking of lyrium tattoos. The figure flinched as power danced along their body, everyone passing careful to keep their distance.

Solas did not keep his.

He knelt before the elf and settled a hand on his shoulder, the other man jerking away. But not before the raw, activated lyrium had burned a line against Solas' palm. "Get away," he snapped, in a voice ragged with pain.

He had not left. Not that moment, and not that day, and not that week. In fact, he was now approaching a month here.

Fenris—it had taken a long time for the name to be given—let Solas work on him each day now. He did not know if he could remove the lyrium brands, or even if Fenris would want them to be taken, unwilling to broach the subject yet. But he could at least draw the power away from them, drain them into the ambient magic.

The problem lay in Fenris' refusal to use his magic. He absolutely rejected it, even as the lyrium in his skin made rejection impossible. His body was acting like a lightning rod in the middle of a gathering storm, drawing so much power towards itself, power that he then kept trapped.

Solas had shared his name, but the recognition he feared did not come. For a time, it seemed as if this might be his future. It was not a bad future. He could ease this man's burden, the suffering he endured as the direct result of Solas' choice.

But he saw more and more of Fenris, over time. Not his body, that which he had seen early on, observed at a medical remove. Instead, he was seeing more of Fenris himself.

The breaking point was when one name fell from the elf's lips.

Varric.

Suddenly, the Tales of the Champion, something he had not thought about for many years, came rushing back. He remembered the dwarf's description of his friends. Of the elf with lyrium brands.

How could he have been such a fool?

Worse still was how Fenris noticed his reaction. He had tried to convince himself nothing would come of it, but one day he went to the small home Fenris had taken as his own and found the elf waiting for him, an appraising look on his face. "The Dread Wolf."

Three simple words.

He had laughed. Laughed, because he could not deny. Laughed, because he was a fool. Laughed, because his past would haunt him, would make him pay, would extract every ounce of peace-

Fenris had rushed forward, grabbing the front of his robes. Solas did not fight, his hands held down and open by his side. He tilted his head back and studied the other man, wondering if this was to be the moment of his death.

He would not mind it. He had done what he had needed to do. He could spend the rest of his life trying to make amends for the damage this transition had wrought, and for the far worse damage he'd been willing to accept. But to be killed by one who he had hurt… it felt appropriate, somehow.

Fen'Harel, his heart taken raw from his chest.

"Why?" He blinked. He had not expected the question. He had not expected anything except death.

"It needed to be done," he said, and Fenris snarled and shook him.

"Liar. You didn't need to come take care of me-"

"Wait," he said, reaching up for Fenris' wrists, "wait," he said again, mind reeling. "That's what you're asking? Why I helped you?" One stiff nod was his answer. "You were hurting. It was my fault. You were my… acceptable collateral damage." He shook his head. "It is unforgivable. But I thought… thought that, perhaps, I could at least help, that I could… undo some small part of it."

Fierce eyes met his, and the longer he stared, the more confused Solas became. He realized that Fenris—for all that he had rejected any contact early on—had made no move to displace Solas' hands on his wrists.

All at once, so many moments between them were remembered. The time that he had woken in a chair with a blanket draped across him. Or when Fenris had put a bowl of soup in front of him and arched a brow until Solas accepted it. The way he'd bristled at any touch, any healing… and how, over time, he began to silently request it instead. To put his hand in Solas' lap, looking elsewhere, a faint blush highlighting his cheeks.

Fenedhis.

"I've misunderstood, haven't I?" He asked in a small voice, one he didn't recognize, and Fenris frowned before suddenly releasing him with a sharp laugh. He stumbled a half step back, but then Fenris' warm hands were settling alongside his face.

He still felt like he was catching up, struggling to understand how wrong he'd been about everything, when Fenris kissed him. It was barely a kiss, a chaste brush of their lips, then his hands were gone and he had taken a step back. "Foolish mage," he said with a smirk, then turned and went into his bedroom.

Leaving Solas to contemplate a great many things.

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lavellan: “so the fade huh. thats cool”

solas: “are you attempting to…….,,.know me”

lavellan: “yeah kinda is there something wrong with that”

solas: “…”

solas: “i see you are a mage”

lavellan: “uh huh”

solas: “have you ever been dominated in the bedroom”

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Trick Weekes answering the question of which of Thedas' holidays would be Solas' favorite. (x)

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Q: What flavor are the frilly cakes that Solas loves so much? Trick: Okay, so, um... Sheryl: Self-righteousness? Trick: Excuse you! Trick: So the Orlesian Frilly Cakes. I'm thinking that they're kind of like an interior that's an Anderfels chocolate interior, and maybe apricot filling, because it complements the Anderfels chocolate. It's not too sweet, but it has enough tangy to cut it. And then ganache on the top. Maybe buttercream, but I can imagine buttercream might be too sweet, and I think Solas kind of likes it [food] more spicy. So he'd want a corner piece with one piece of actual fruit, not fruit-shaped gel, but a strawberry or something. Karin: If you guys can imagine Patrick doing this for a few hours, this was what picking out our wedding cake was like. Epler: In my mind, Solas will say that his favorite flavor is really obscure, like dandelion icing (...) but in reality, he just likes vanilla. Karin: Overcomplicating the heck out of everything.

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290 +/- words

sulevin has been staring at solas. the reason for it is unexpected.

Often as Solas worked, penning down notes and carefully given information for the Inquisition's research, Sulevin would settle down nearby, reading through all the reports demanding his attention. Sometimes they would converse, other times they would each focus on their own task in companionable silence. Sometimes Dorian - like now- would join and it would be far less silent, but no less companionable.

This day, Sulevin had abandoned his task at some point for simply looking at Solas, while Dorian was still flipping through some novel written by Varric. For a while Solas paid no mind to the attention, until he eventually glanced over and made eye contact, and Sulevin simply maintained his gaze.

“Is there something on your mind, vhenan?”

Sulevin was nothing if consistent and blunt- if truly he needed something, he'd have spoken by now. Dorian snorted, raising an eyebrow over at Solas.

“If he won't appreciate being stared at, I will,” Dorian grinned, earning a glare from Solas.

“I was not asking you,” Solas replied flatly, before turning back to Sulevin.

“You have cute ears,” Sulevin finally answered with a tone so matter-of-fact, it stunned Solas and had Dorian pursing his lips in effort to not burst out laughing.

“That's what you've been thinking about for- what, half an hour now? His cute ears?”

“Yes,” Sulevin blinked at Dorian, not seeming to understand his amusement, but then turned back to Solas, questioning. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, your answer was simply unexpected,” Solas replied, despite his fluster. “And not a compliment I'd heard before.”

“I see it now, it's gone all pink,” Dorian teased, winking. “Now we shall both stare.”

That earned him an exasperated look from Solas, but it was well worth it for the deepening blush.

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admittedly im one of those people who aren't really into the waifish fem lavellan visual but it is 10 years later and now people have turned their waifish fem lavellans into absolute milfs and even dilfs. i think thats beautiful actually

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‧₊˚✧ Calling all #DragonAge artists!✧˚₊‧

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Join your fellow artists in the month leading up to the official release of @bioware #DragonAgeTheVeilguard

Much like Inktober, use this specialized prompt list to celebrate with other fans and spread the love.

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Repost = 💚💜

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Follow me on socials under the user name @Lynnerdo

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solas should suck dick

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Has anyone tried just giving him a pup cup? 🍦🐺

(Flaming Andraste on the cup is inspired by @kemvee’s “Andraste’s Roast Coffee” design, which you can find here! ☕️)

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Nominations Are Open!

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Love that as we prepare for Veilguard everyone is unearthing their DA protags. Yea love getting to see everyone’s different takes on the warden, Hawke, and Inquisitor. Please, infodump about your DA PCs here I want to know more about them <3

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have you seen them

he's so ridiculously pretty