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Facts

I HAVE FIGURED IT OUT

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UGHHHH

(wip) help cute Alistair with the helmet hair hath bewitched me

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Oh no, my massive childhood crush on Alistair is coming back in full force😨

mister theirin

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I have no words.

Sliver fox Alistair, as if I needed more of a reason to simp for this dork

mr. not allowed to die

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I GREATLY APPROVE

Ok so to prove this truly is a Solavellan tumblr, here’s my current favorite pic of Solas scraped from my current favorite Solas-screenshot-tumblr, captaincaranis. I think he’s kind of smiling here: pleasant thoughts / intense eyes.

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I refuse to think about there time in the “fade prison” going any other way then this

Didn’t Cole say that Lavellan/Inquisitor blazed so bright in the fade?

So when she goes to the prison with Solas, is she still blazing as bright? Will Solas, instead of being faced with the grimness of the prison, be overwhelmed by the light and warmth that’s coming from her? Will that instantly change how he feels? Will he feel the rush of hope and love and joy? Will they both change the nature of the prison and the fade world? Will he have a religious experience himself when he looks at her and there she is, smiling gently at him, eyes full of love and forgiveness. With a metaphorical (but perhaps also literal) halo around her.

His Savior.

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The final song in the Solavellan ending, when Lost Elf reappears, that is not on the soundtrack

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Solas is so girl mom.

Imagine trying to successfully tear down the Veil with these two sad puppy dog-eyed women telling you to knock it off.

You're madly in love with one of them.

The other one kind of looks like a younger version of the one you're madly in love with, complete with the same Vallaslin she had before you stripped it away.

You've betrayed both of them, multiple times, killed their friend, and they still think there's something in you worth saving.

They also brought a living fragment of your dead mom.

Good luck.

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SOLAS GREATLY APPROVES

Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Incorrect (?) quote

5 sec after solavellan ending

Lavellan: *sits on a chair made of regrets or whatever*

Lavellan: So. We have an eternity to spend..

Lavellan: Now I know who you are and you can be fully honest with me. And you will tell me absolutely everything about how the world works. Must warn you I have a lot of questions but let's start with the very beginning, yes?

Solas:

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on love arriving unannounced

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Soooo...a few weeks ago I commissioned a cameo from Gareth David Lloyd (Solas). I finally made a silly video out of it :) All art by me! {im not good at making videos haha} 100% self-indulgent for sure 😂 ________________

Var lath na mir hanal’ghilan.

The elven words at the end would roughly translate to “Our love is/was my guide” Hanal’ghilan when capitalized is also the term for the golden halla that appears in times of need to the Dalish as a pathfinder. 

DONT SPOIL ANYTHING VEILGUARD IN THE COMMENTS/REBLOGS!!

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This. The fading of his armour to his DAI tunic. He’s shedding his Pride. He is becoming all he ever wanted of himself… for her.

“… I could have shared the truth, or even put my plans aside and simply stayed with you as Solas… as I wanted.”

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She’s a force of nature and a beacon of hope and light. I’d fall for her too man istg

all jokes aside, if you play a dalish inquisitor and pay attention to how solas is watching her during the post-haven singalong

doesn’t matter that the song is andrastian. i genuinely think that’s when the dread wolf starts to get feelings. whew. istg he wasn’t that starry eyed with my last inquisitor (human)

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Straight FACTS.

Levellan is batshit and I love it. Solas is the Levellan’s nerdy husband. And she is the craziest women alive and will love her man aggressive and shove her love and affection down his throat

I'm always interested in analyses that portray a romanced Solas as a predatory hee hee trickster god manipulating a young and impressionable Lavellan into falling for him and if that's your world state go ahead and live your truth b/c it's frankly none of my business, but I sincerely think there are those who forget that for a lot of people, a romanced Lavellan is (with all due respect to my own Solasmancing Inquisitor Rielle Lavelllan) batshit crazy. Having her boyfriend turn out to be a wolf god is honestly the least of her problems but oh boy is she unafraid to become one to fix this mess.

This is a woman who woke up in a dungeon with a glowing hand, figured out she could fix the world, and thought "fuck it, it's not like I'll have anything else better to do if Corypheus sticks around. Also. Everyone here kind of looks like they want to kill me, so maybe I'll stick with the protective powers that be for a minute." And then all of five seconds later she gets her hand snatched by a sketchy elven apostate who knows exactly what to do with her shiny new powers and cannot stop himself from having a Mr. Darcy level hand-flex after he lets it go (in my heart and soul this happens just out of the camera's gaze) and goes "hmm maybe there's something to be said for this world saving thing."

This is a woman who brought an entire fucking avalanche down on herself and three of her closest friends (and I do mean closest as in physical proximity, she doesn't know these people who are looking at her like she's Thedas' Next Top Idol) because even if it killed her it was the proper middle finger to send to the wannabe god bringing his army tap-dancing down the mountain pass towards her on the one night she had scheduled off to celebrate finally taking a W.

This is a woman going Take 2 Electric Boogaloo on waking up with no idea where she is and learning she was succesfful in spite-dragging herself up a different fucking mountain in a blizzard. Except now everyone is fighting wait nope now they're Kumbaya-ing a song Andraste's Herald should really probably be familiar with whoops, oh thank God, time for a side convo with the same apostate who's been trying to turn her entire life into a history class only for her to dive in headfirst (much to his initial abject horror) and get that good good discourse she needs since she can't go around arguing with everyone else like she wants to. "The orb is ours." You know what? Of course it is. But if they need the world saved from an elven oopsie, who better to right things than an elf? Fuck it, we ball.

This is a woman who misses being close to nature and goes positively feral at Skyhold, yeeting herself over balconies and banisters and turning the ancient fortress into her personal parkour playground because she's got energy to work off and shit to do, and if the path of least resistance to hunt down everyone she needs to talk to is coincidentally the same path that will absolutely wreck her knees by the time she's sixty, that's just how it has to be.

This is a woman who finds herself back at Haven with a man she's found it possible to be unfetteringly unabashedly herself with and thinks, "hey, maybe there could be more than the flirations we've exchanged over heated discussions and philosophical deep-dives, maybe I can have just one smooch as a treat." And when she feels her slowly unfurling passion reciprocated only to be shut down? She resolves herself to fight for this fledgling love and all the fade tongue that comes with it. This is a woman who gets the tiniest glimpse of what a retirement plan might look like after this whole saving the mortal world thing and buys all the way in.

This is a woman who has Grey Wardens to save from themselves, an empire trying to self-cannibalize, and still finds the time to go save a spirit because she, as a fellow comrade caught up in this mess, knows damn well that no innocent deserves to suffer if she can help it while she's got this insane amount of power she never asked for. And if that happens to lead to the man she feels safe enough to nap on the library couches with confessing at last the feelings she knows he's been smothering beneath his all-too-collected surface? Yeah, she'll take that W.

This is a woman who gets absolutely blasted head-over-ass into the fade and goes "honestly things were going a little TOO well." This is a woman who sneaks a peak at the closest fears of the companions she's come to know and love and goes "not on my fucking watch." This is a woman who sees that the man she forces herself to learn the old language for, her vhenan, fears more than anything in the entire knowing world, being alone and resolves herself to ensuring it never comes to pass.

This is a woman who gets the opportunity to shape the government of a literal country and runs around collecting wooden fucking halla in a palace full of elven servants with no time to dwell on that particularly cruel irony. This a woman who collapses against a balcony railing after putting out some of the sickest literal and metaphorical dance moves The Game has ever seen, resigned to bear her ever-increasing burdens alone, only to find her heart and his horrible horrible hat extending a hand, promising her that if he is not alone, then neither is she.

Like, do you feel me here?

Inquisitor Lavellan is a master-class in encouraging the odds against her to fuck around and find out. She is a rift-mending false-god-bashing politcally savvy terror upon all of Thedas. Solas (and all of the living breathing world) is lucky she took time out of her busy schedule to notice the way his smile softens when talking about spirits or appreciate the fluidity of his form when they're obliterating venatori out in the field. This man cradled her cheeks in his shaking hands and had the audacity to steal her heart before trying to peace out and take it with him.

And then he has the audacity to think something as sudden and damning as the truth is enough to keep her away? The queen of tough conversations and tougher choices? No, no, dear readers who have made it this far into my descent into madness.

If she's got to track down a real god this time and frog march him into the fade to reclaim both her heart and the future she fought for because all he wants to do is launch himself like a meteor towards achieving his greatest fear, if she has to spend hours lecturing him on the sheer audacity of his ass while spirits float by and realize they're grateful they never had the chance to take on a body and subject themselves to a verbal lashing this brutal, if she has to do cartwheels around him while dropping all sorts of sweet nothings in the language she is now quite proficient in until he gets it through his luminous gleaming skull that when she said "var lath vir suledin" my girl meant it? Then that's what she's going to do.

"I wish it could, vhenan."

Oh it's going to, buddy. Buckle up to get wrecked, to get absolutely loved and cherished you fool, because Inquisitor Lavellan is not the Dread Wolf's prey, she's his hunter.

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makes me so sad when i think about inquisition solas.

i think he felt so alienated in arlathan when he first took physical form, by all accounts his only actual friends & companions were mythal & felassan and even then mythal wielded him as a weapon, and he killed felassan for challenging his views. which is not to say they didn't love him i just think from the moment mythal joined the physical world she no longer saw him as anything other than a means to gain what she herself wanted, because she wasn't as content with being a spirit as he was, we see the way she rejects his offer to abandon the push & pull of the evanuris' political infighting, rejects to join the rebellion and go back to the fade or at least something akin to that spirit life. the way she came to him to ask for help knowing she intended to use him as a weapon for her own means. the same way felassan witnessed him only as a proud general & leader of rebellion, and watched him go further down the path of pride unable to change his mind because, well, there was no real way to change it. and yet felassan admired him. disagreed with him at times, yes, but it's clear he was also taken with his prideful behaviour and his lack of forethought or moreso dedication to achieve what is necessary no matter the cost.

like they establish all of solas' important relationships are in the fade. he speaks to the spirits, he regards them as his friends. even his perception of mythal is through the rose tinted view of who she was before they became elves. she was the best of them, but only before the horrors of war & greed. in the physical world, he does not have anything like that. perhaps he never truly did. he says everything is easier for him in the fade, and in veilguard mythal says he loved it so dearly and i think probably more than all the spirits who willingly crawled out combined. we actively have conversations / quips where it's obvious he yearns for it.

and then comes along the inquisition. and everyone may see him as the oddball apostate who's too obsessed with elfy things but god. the kinship is there. yeah dorian and vivienne riff on his clothes but he's just as quickwitted at mocking them in turn. sera's a little shit who tries to prank him constantly, and he always gets her back. varric regales of his own stories of adventure and his own losses, cole (if left a spirit) sees him as he is and keeps that secret, tries to comfort him even though it is by all means, impossible. he learns to let go of his preconceived bigotry about the qun, the dales, these people are real and they're physical and they're flesh and bone just like he is. and that is so scary.

and i always think about high approval inquisitor and romanced inquisitor. they want nothing from him except his wisdom. they don't want him to be arrested or exploited and they actively say they will prevent it from happening however they can. and how crazy is that. his own longest companion had goaded him out of the fade to aid her quest, her ambition, and yet this person who by all means stands at the same precipice of greatness doesn't want it. nor do they want him to help them gain it.

how terrifying it must be to think your entire existence is a mistake or a byproduct of your creators own ambition and greed, only to find centuries later that there is a way to have this body, to have this life and not have it embroiled in death and betrayal and the hard choices and sacrifices you make for someone elses greater good. how frightening to think these people saw him, simple clothes, dry humour and a penchant for odd trivia and they wanted to know more. and shared parts of themselves in return.

and even scarier, that someone could fall in love with him as he was. to see the wisdom and not think of what it could give in terms of gain and power and politics, but to simply cherish the knowledge.

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When playing the Frontiers of Pandora I did not realize I was singing up to play a fucking HORROR GAME.

The jump-scares are insane and I HATE exploring abandoned RDA facilities

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Solas is on a whole new level of petty

solas really is that guy, isn't he? the lighthouse is in fact a direct echo of elgar'nan's tower in the black city. similar overall size and shape, similar motif at the top, etc.