#Cedarmoon

[witchyligea]

Aphrodite

Tags for my posts and reposts: #aphrodite #aphrodite art (paintings, drawings, moodboards, poems etc.) #prayers to aphrodite #e-offering to aphrodite

Who is Aphrodite? -from @sabrinathepolytheist Why do I believe in Her?

Aphrodite Worship Ideas for the Very Busy Student (July 29)

Learning from Alwyn Oak: Self Care (an e-offering to Aphrodite) (August 12)

Learning from cedarmoon: Aphrodite & Glamour Magick

link to my masterpost

[talexior]

Timelapse: https://youtu.be/ahf-9qgEoK8

Been busy for a little while, but I've built up some new art to show you guys over the next days/weeks!

This is Ophelia Cedarmoon, a druid of the Fire Ashari, that I was commissioned to paint recently. Hope you like the artwork!

[in-arlathan]

Writer's Round-up 2022

It's that time of the year again! Time to have a look at what I've achieved and celebrate a bit! <3

Thank you @midnightprelude and @barbex for the tags. Tagging forward to @johaerys-writes, @mogwaei, @serial-chillr, @faerieavalon, @juliafied, @dreadfutures, @baejax-the-great, @thebookworm0001, @rosella-writes and anyone who likes to join.

Let's goooooo!!

Words written (published or not, WIPs included!): So, having a look at my writing tracker, it seems like I've written 110,515 new words in 2022. This includes a lot of WIPs that I started and then put on hold or had to put in the trash because they weren't working. All in all, my writing year looks like this:

Adding to that, I published around 100k words across 4 novellas. I had to edit those original works a lot in 2022, so I'm not counting them as “new words written” but I celebrate the publication of those works nonetheless.

Smut scenes: Like, 4? I think? I'm not really a smut writer, although I do like to write them from time to time.

New things I tried: Hmmm… I'm not sure if I tried new stuff this year. I've continued working on the stories I had already started and picked up writing original works again. But I did participate in exchanges like @dasmutquisition and @arlathanxchange for the first time, which was really cool. The exchanges were a surprise to me and made me write for ships I've never written for, which was a challenge and a rewarding experience at the same time. I also did a giveaway at the start of the year that resulted in 3 fics that were so much fun to write! So I guess gifting others with fics was a new thing I tried in 2022.

Fic I spent the most time on: “The Rebel's Ascension”. This fic was such a massive undertaking and took a lot of time to write and edit.

Fic I spent the least time on: I was talking to @noire-pandora one day on Twitter, and then the silly idea of “A Wolf's Wardrobe” emerged. It took me about 30 minutes to write.

Favorite thing I wrote: No surprise here: “The Rebel's Ascension”. I spend more than 3 years on that fic and I'm super proud of it. I can't believe I finally finished it in 2022.

Favorite thing I read: I didn't read that much fic this year (sadly) but I absolutely loved “Ouroboros” by cedarmoons. I also want to give a shoutout to “An Immodest Proposal” by @midnightprelude, which was a gift I received for an exchange.

Writing goals for next year: All in all, I'm pretty happy with the things I wrote and all the projects I've got planned to write in 2023 including “The Rebel's Ruin”, some other DA fics and more original works. That being said, I really REALLY want to increase my yearly word count to 200k. There are so many stories I want to tell and I really need to get a move on. Let's see if I can do it. :)

And that's it for this year. I wish you all the best for 2023. <3

[emmg]

Oh, this post summoned me, all right. As someone who practically moved in on AO3 during the Solavellan era, I don’t just have a badge—I have the whole darn uniform. Connoisseur, angsty-fic addict, tragic-romance aficionado, reporting in. Yeah, that's me. You know those 3AM scrolls through 50k words of heartbreak and awkward tension? That was my gym.

Favorite angsty one shot: ghostlike by cedarmoons. It's vague, it's trippy, it's weird, it's the emotional equivalent of staring into a foggy mirror and going, “Am I crying or is that just condensation?” You decide.

Favourite long soul-crushing fic: It Is Not Enough by NamelessShe. The Everest of Angst. Solas fucks up, the Veil comes down, the world is a dumpster fire, and guess what? They still love each other. Too bad love isn't going to fix, you know, the apocalypse. Everyone is mad, everyone is angry, and my dark heart is happy.

Favourite fluffy escapism/modern AU: Message Sent by Aicosu. A text message sent to the wrong person leads to an affair.

Favourite Donut fic: Doughnut Rebel by salesman. Exactly what it sounds like. You’re welcome.

Favourite seduction-through-letters: the pen, too, can open wounds by SubparLizard. They write letters. It's painful, it's gorgeous, it’s a slow-motion emotional train wreck. 10/10 would read again while pretending not to tear up.

Look, you could throw any trope at me, and I’d have a fic locked and loaded. I lived on AO3 during the Solavellan crisis. Camped there. Slept under the bridge like a narrative-hungry troll, begging for more angsty egg content. So yeah, name a trope—I dare you.

Psssst. Dragon age fandom.

Could you drop your favorite: Solavellan, Emmrook and Dorian/inquisitor fanfics?

Thank youuuuuu 🫶

[doritopaw101]

Tell about the RaggedYellow family situation

I took some stuff from Yellowfang’s secret.

Tw: abuse, child neglect, cheating

So background info:

For the Royal system, the heir will always be the firstborn unless other circumstances come into play such as the cat being a basturd or being proven to not have the skills of a leader. This varies between guilds.

In this au, Featherstorm is Raggedmoon and Scorchwind’s older sister (thank @the-erins-forgot for this one). Though, she’s their half sister. Their father is Cedarmoon with their other father being Hal. Russetfur is still Ragged and Scorch’s half sister too.

Ragged, named Ratpaw then Ratpelt still kills Hal. They were mocked due to Hal’s reputation for causing trouble in the guild and for Cedarmoon to have had kits with him was quite the scandal and especially since Rat took after him.

(Note: Cedarmoon only slept with Hal due to grief after losing his late mate, Treestorm)

Cedarmoon made Ratpelt his heir which caused an uproar in the guild due to Featherstorm being healthy and able and Rat’s muddied bloodline. Featherstorm did start a coup and the guild was splint but over time, Featherstorm let it go die to many of her guild mate dying. Doesn’t mean she isn’t still sore about it but she made up for it by being the Monarch.

Anyway:

Ratpelt’s relationship with Murkstorm can be summed up in one word: toxic. Didn’t help when Rat was on their case when they became a warlock.

They had their kits, Marsh, Blaze, and Adder. Raggedpelt quickly favored Adder and seemed to forget about her daughters. They just got used to it and said it was normal for Raggedpelt to not even remember their names. Murkstorm and Newtspeck made up for it though.

So when you do what Cedarmoon did, it sets a president.

Raggedmoon made Brokentail her heir, when he was the runt of his litter. Again, it caused an uproar and since Murkstorm and Featherstorm backed Marshpaw, it was even more hostile.

Raggedmoon ignored it all and didn’t seem to care. She made Foxheart her second and even had kits with her so soon after Murkstorm gave birth. She made one of those kits, Strikeheart, her second after the death of Cloudpelt on Brokentail’s words and completely ignoring her warlocks.

However, Raggedmoon did sometimes think of her daughters with Murkstorm. So she pushed for Marshpaw to be a warlock to make up for everything. Marshpaw nor Murkstorm were impressed but Murkstorm could mange training both Marshpaw and Palepaw so they went with it.

Raggedmoon also pushed for Blazepaw to start training as a teacher when she graduated and once again, Blazepaw wasn’t impressed but went with it.

Yeah the family situation is awful.

[zichqec]

"If Cedarmoon investigates the dead seagulls, he will notice they look rotten, sickly. He may come to the conclusion that the birds may be spreading this sickness somehow..." That thing smells dangerous, and he's not staying near it any longer than he has to. Seastar needs to know, now, so they can deal with this properly. Why must I make myself suffer with weird angles XD

[dinoswrites]

for kai -- 16, 39, 44

16. Which does yourcharacter idealize most: happiness, or success?

This is the first time she has seen her father since she wassix years old.

Twelve years have changed him—though she wonders now howmuch of that is her flawed memory of him, young as she was. Some part of herstill expected him to tower over her, perhaps—to scowl down at her from somegreat height, and ask her why she is covered in dirt.

He is still taller than her—and he still stands straight asan arrow, though she doesn’t remember him having such a belly. But he’d neverhad the warrior’s bulk the other children’s fathers carried, and his hands areworn from quills and shaking hands, not from spears or mending sails.

She has no memory of him bending to scoop her up. No memoryof him bending at all.

Part of her honestly had started to think he wasn’t evenreal—that she’d just sprung from the earth, fully-formed, and imagined adistant father who sent her away to learn about magic in somewhere cold,somewhere far from the sea of her childhood memories.

But here he is. Standing in the doorway, staring at her witha blank expression, as if he expected some wild-haired child, covered toe toknee in mud and sand, instead of a young woman with perfectly ironed pleats inher skirt.

She breaks the silence first. “Hello, Father,” she says,with a perfectly poised curtsey.

That seems to snap him out of it. He blinks only once beforehe strolls into her little room, his gaze finally falling to the things she hascollected there. To her bed, immaculately made—to her books, neatly lined up onthe shelves.

His gaze rests on the bonsai on her desk, drinking in the meagresunlight from her window.

“What,” he says, “is that.”

It’s a tiny tree,moron. She bites the inside of her cheek. “My first year botany project wasto—”

“I read your reports,” he snaps. “Why do you still have it?”

She stares at him, incredulous. “They were just going tothrow it out after the project was complete,” she answers, slowly. “I asked ifI could keep it. My instructor agreed, since it was an old tree, and my gradesfor the semester were exceptional.”

He scowls at the plant as if it has personally offended him.

When she grows tired of watching him do that, she asks, “Whatbrings you all the way across the ocean, father?”

“Good news,” he tells her, though his scowl only deepens. “Thereis an opening in Princess Akeakamai’s retinue for a witch with some skill withplants. Of course I was happy to report to her mother the Queen that you haveperformed adequately in that regard, so the position is yours.”

She wrings her hands, catches herself doing it, and letsthem hang by her sides again.

“Your instructors needed to be persuaded to accelerate yourgraduation.” He reaches down to adjust her quill at her desk, so it is lying ina perfect parallel line with the windowsill. “They did not understand theurgency of the matter.”

Accelerate hergraduation? “Urgency?” she parrots, frowning in confusion.

Her father exhales through his nose, short and irritated. “Theprincess is eight,” he informs her, “andspoiled besides. Her mother allows her whims to flit where they please, insteadof demanding focus of the child. It is entirely possible that by the time wereturn, she will have lost all interest in plants and this opportunity willhave been wasted. You must return as quickly as possible so you can make themost of your chance.”

Her heart starts to race, frantic in her chest. “My chance?”she asks, faintly.

“To impress her. She’s a child, I assume it will be easy.Throw some sparks in front of her face, turn her parrot gold, they like thatsort of thing.”

Judging by her time spent with the younger children at theschool, she’s pretty certain that would make most children cry. She’s toooverwhelmed to inform him of that, however.

“I don’t understand,” she says. “I have—I have seniorprojects to finish, I have to stand the examinations, my honours botany finalis still ongoing and won’t be complete for another—”

“What don’t you understand, girl?” he snaps, turning on hisheel. He stares at her incredulously, as if she has said something entirelyunexpected. “I sent you here to learn something useful, you have vexed me at every turn by excelling at makingplants grow, of all things. I have come to inform you that I have a place foryou, at court, and you stand there as if I’ve told you to jump in the oceanduring a storm.”

He steps towards her, and she suddenly feels very small. Asif she really is that girl, covered in dirt, with him towering over her, lipcurling in distaste.

“Your examinations start in three days,” he informs her. “Afteryou complete those, I am taking you home, where you will finally be of use tome.”

He storms out of the room, leaving her standing there, heartin her throat, and her blood rushing in her ears.

39. Has yourcharacter ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (orunaffected)?

She is playing with Cinis while he rolls on her lap, bellyexposed, and in his excitement he bites her hand a little, not even hard enoughto draw blood.

“Ouch,” she says, very softly, but her fond smile doesn’tfade.

Julian, sitting at his desk, nearly launches himself acrossthe room, sending papers flying.

“I knew it,” he blurts, “that demon cat bit you, didn’t he?Let me see it, is it infected—”

Cinis hisses and darts away as Julian takes Kai’s hand. Thecat hides under the couch as Julian turns her hand over and over, browsfurrowing as he probably looks for some kind of gaping wound.

“Julian,” she says. Her voice has grown less rough in theweek since she found Cinis, but she still finds herself speaking softly, hardto break the habit.

“Where is it,” he grumbles. “Where—”

“Julian,” she says again, holding up her other hand. “Thisone.”

He tries to grab that one, but she pulls it away at the lastsecond, grinning. “I’m fine,” she tells him, when he reaches for her handagain. “Just playing.”

Julian blushes a little. His shoulders slump, and he letsout a fond, if somewhat embarrassed sigh.

He messes up her hair, and then regards the glowing eyesstaring at him from under the couch. “I’m watching you, Matchstick,” he warns,without any real threat backing his words, before turning and going back to hisdesk.

44. How difficult oreasy is it for your character to say, “I love you?” Can they say it withoutmeaning it?

She and Asra are sitting on the step of the baker’s shop,pressed close together to give room for the line of people slowly gathering tobuy bread. They are splitting a loaf of pumpkin bread between them, while thecrowd passes them by.

He is telling her a story—something about his childhood,with Muriel. Faust is helping him, supplying one-word prompts when he getsdetails wrong, though he often stops and argues them with her. And she can’thelp but laugh every time, as the snake and the young man seem to have eachremembered the event entirely differently.

“You did not tripthe guard,” Asra says, “I did, with a spell.”

Trip! Faust insists,waving back and forth in the air. Me!Trip!

“It was a spell,Faust,” he insists, laughing, his cheeks dimpling. “You were so small you couldhardly trip me!”

He’s barely touched his half of the loaf, he so absorbed inthe story, and the subsequent playful banter with Faust. She’s been eating hersas slowly as she can, too happy to let this moment play on as long as possible.And it’s a nice enough day—not too hot out, the sun shining, a cool breezewinding up through the streets of Vesuvia from the docks.

The sun is in his hair, in his eyes. They’re sitting soclose that he’s pressed up against her—and as he and Faust disagree on theorder of events, his arm slips down around her, resting comfortably at herwaist. As if they always sit this close—as if being pressed together, no spacefor anything but old stories and laughter between them, is the most normalthing in the world.

There are silver flecks in his purple eyes. So small thatthere’s no way to notice them, without sitting this close. They make her thinkof her old stone magic lessons, in a tower in a place far away from here, aplace so very different from where she sits now. Lepidolite—for tranquility,for calming the mind and aiding focus.

How odd, she thinks. There’s nothing tranquil at all abouttheir surroundings—someone is arguing the price of a loaf of bread with thebaker, trying to barter him down, their argument almost drowning out Asra andFaust. The crowd is a dull roar around them, a never-ending whirl of colour andnoise and life in the background. Asra himselfis loud, and bright, and wild—he wears shining bangles on his wrists, thebright coat she’d bought him, and he uses sparks of illusion magic to aid inthe story, to try and show Faust what reallyhappened, even as she adamantly refuses to believe him.

All this colour, all this vibrant activity—none of it ispeaceful. It has nothing in common with all the meditation gardens from hertextbooks, or the reflecting pool at her aunt’s shop.

She’s never felt more at peace in her entire life.

“Asra,” she says.

“Yeah?” he turns to regard her instead, so she can trulystare into the depths of his beautiful, complicated, impossible eyes. Is sheimagining it, or is she the only thing his restless gaze seems to linger on, thesedays?

I love you. Sheknows it—she’s known it for months, now.

But still, even though she knows, the words do not leave the safety of her heart, the insideof her throat.

“Let’s say Faust tripped the guards,” she says instead, herstomach twisting with disappointment in herself.

Asra doesn’t notice. His eyes twinkle with amusement, and heinclines his head. “Alright Faust,” he says, “you somehow grew five feet in aheartbeat and tripped the guard. Singular.”

Many! Faustinsists. Six!

Asra laughs. “Two.”

Seven!

She rests her head on Asra’s shoulder. His arm curls alittle tighter around her, pulling her somehow closer still, as he and Fauststart to barter on the number of guards chasing Asra and Muriel, while theirpumpkin bread grows cold in their hands.

[empresstress13]

@cedarmoons has made me cry my quota for the week tonight with her beautiful writing , and I loved every minute. As it is her birthday, and as I love her OCs, I decided to do a sketch of her fantastic - and sadly tragedy prone- Ariala Lavellan. She’s a fantastic character. ❤️ Theia, I hope your birthday was filled with joy, and your year is likewise joyful and lovely!

[fandom-age]

text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads “@cedarmoons’s Solavellan fic "beloved" is the most beautiful angst I have ever read!! SO well written!”

[witchyligea]

Learning from cedarmoon: How to connect with Aphrodite | goddess of love & beauty (an e-offering to Aphrodite)

Once again, these aren't notes from this video but rather me writing my thoughts, because that's just how I brainstorm.

🌹I honestly don't really believe in masculine and feminine energies. Maybe I'm a little prejudiced but right now I disagree with it. Maybe it's because social media often takes what's marketable and leaves the important details out. I would love to hear your thoughts on this though. 🦢I do agree that because we are expected to be productive, useful, succesful and perfect all the time in today's society we are quite unbalanced. However I disagree with women being the "recieving" energy when we've always been working and doing things throughout history. Women worked before the industrial revolution unless they were rich. Their labour was just not recognized. I'm not talking about just housework and looking after children. Women would work in fields along with their husbands, or without them and their husbands would be the ones getting the credit, earning the money, owning property. 🪞Devoting the time you make to take care of yourself to her is a good offering and way to connect with her. Now that I think about it, the time I felt so connected to her and had heard her a few times (I'm still not completely sure if it's because my brain made it up or not, but I don't think those thoughts were mine.)I was spending a lot of time just sitting in the dark and listening to music by myself. Just meditating, doing energy work and trying to figure out how to actually start witchcraft. Researching her and trying to figure out worship her without an altar.

💐Putting some extra work in because you deseve it could be in the form of changing your sheets, keeping the spaces you spend the most time in often nice looking or making yourself a nice cup of coffee. Dressing up just to solve a test in the library or go on a walk. Making time to paint your nails and do your skin care.

💖I wouldn't write about myself as if I am a goddess, however I sometimes do try to see myself through someone else's eyes. When I am interested in someone I adore what would be considered flaws to other's. Once a girl told me that she wanted to get plastic surgery because she didn't like her slightly bumpy nose when I adored her for it, along with everything else about her.

Link to my posts based on this playlist

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Applecreek 

Aliases / Nicknames: Bestie, Johnny Appleseed, Applejack 

Gender: intersex trans tom 

Sexuality: polysexual, biromantic 

Family: Petalnose (mother), Goldenshade (father), Mapleheart (sister), Stormberry, Icefeather (brothers) 

Other Relations: Sparkwhisker (mentor), Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, Cedarmoon (best friends/crushes) 

Clan: Treeclan 

Rank: warrior, loner 

Characteristics: kills to impress crushes, goofy, reckless, loves pulling off pranks, skilled at growing plants 

Number of Victims: 15 

Number of Murders: 5 

Murder Method: placing large amounts of apple seeds in fresh-kill 

Known Victims: Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, Cedarmoon, Sparrowthroat, Seedclaw (killed), Basiltail, Darkpetal, Feathertuft, Thornbreeze, Redbelly, Gorsepounce, Brindledusk, Crookedeye, Juniperstripe, Lizardleaf (poisoned) 

Victim Profile: best friends/crushes, senior warriors who his crushes disliked, other senior warriors (accidentally), elders (accidentally) 

Cause of Death: decapitated by falling tree branch 

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

Applecreek was a normal cat for most of his life. He was a skilled tracker with a keen knack for sniffing out plants. He had a fondness for the fruit he was named after in particular, and even figured out how to grow apple trees. He was a good son, a good brother, a good apprentice, and a devoted friend. Maybe a little too devoted of a friend.

Applecreek, Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, and Cedarmoon had been as thick as thieves from the ripe age of one moon old. They were almost never seen apart, and they only seemed to grow closer as they grew older. This was especially true for Applecreek, who eventually developed crushes on his three friends-- crushes that were incredibly obvious to every cat in all five Clans except for the actual objects of Applecreek's affection. 

He tried so hard to show them his true feelings. The idea of growing apple trees originally came about as an idea to impress them. Again and again, Applecreek tried to show how he felt, with almost no success.

These hapless attempts of trying to impress Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, and Cedarmoon often came at the expense of their Clanmates, who Applecreek would prank in hopes of seeing his friends laugh. Most of the time, it was brushed off, as the targeted Clanmate simply stared at Applecreek with pity and sympathy. 

But with how hard Applecreek tried, he was bound to go too far eventually.

Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, and Cedarmoon had been complaining about Sparrowthroat and Seedclaw, two older warriors, constantly interrupting all of their games. Naturally, Applecreek felt that the perfect solution to this was a good old prank. Maybe this would be the one that got his friends to notice him!

He knew apple seeds were quite bitter, so he tore down all of the fruit he had grown that season, tore out their seeds, and stuffed as many seeds as he could in as many pieces of fresh-kill as possible. Sparrowthroat and Seedclaw were bound to eat at least one, and the disgusted expressions on their faces as they tried to remove the taste of the seeds from their mouths would be priceless!

Applecreek went to sleep that night feeling excited about tomorrow. He woke up the next morning to the sound of multiple cats throwing up just outside of the warriors' den. Snickering, he stepped outside to see Sparrowthroat and Seedclaw's reactions... only to see that it wasn't them vomiting. 

It was Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, and Cedarmoon. Sparrowthroat and Seedclaw were instead lying in the middle of camp, vomit caking their mouths, their eyes glazed over, and their families sobbing over their lifeless corpses.

Horrified, Applecreek guided his friends into the medicine den. But it was too late. Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, and Cedarmoon soon began having violent seizures, and in mere minute-long intervals, they passed away one by one.

Applecreek had only just let out his caterwaul of pure grief when unsheathed claws cuffed his shoulder. He whirled around to see the deputy--Sparrowthroat-- and Seedclaw's sister, Hawkbush, her teeth bared and her face tearstained. She screamed that Applecreek was a murderer, that she should kill him right there and then.

The only reason why Hawkbush didn't kill Applecreek right then and there was the timely intervention of the leader, Wheatstar. Wheatstar did, however, sadly inform Applecreek that he would have to be exiled. He knew that Applecreek hadn't meant any real harm, but the harm he had done would almost certainly bring doom to nearly half of the Clan. 

When Applecreek demanded to know what Wheatstar meant by that, the leader flicked his tail outside of the medicine den. Poking his head out, Applecreek saw almost all of the senior warriors and even a few of the elders staggering around shakily, vomiting, clutching their heads in pain, panting, and overall suffering... suffering because of him.

Applecreek didn't need to be told twice. He ran out of camp and never looked back. He spent the rest of his life a wandering loner. Other loners, rogues, and kittypets spoke in hushed whispers of the cat they called Johnny Appleseed, of how he did his best to spread seeds throughout the land, but strangely avoided apples and apple trees.

More than that, they spoke of the way he always seemed to be crying, how he always seemed to be muttering the names "Liondust, Kestrelwhisper, Cedarmoon" under his breath over and over, and how, when threatened, he always just stood there, as if waiting for them to give him what he deserved. 

He did this even as the apple branch splintered off of the tree, falling down and cleaving right through his neck.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @starfalcon555​

--As you can tell by the last paragraph, this guy is loosely based on the folklore tale of Johnny Appleseed!

--The other cats that fell victim to apple seed-induced cyanide poisoning were cured by the combined efforts of all of the medicine cats, hence why Applecreek only has five murders under his belt.

--I feel like this guy would be besties with Fleathistle and Fadingstar for obvious reasons, lol

--With the deaths of Sparrowthroat and Seedclaw, Hawkbush is the only surviving kit of Snailstar. Snailstar and their family just keep going through it, huh?

--Hawkbush does eventually become Hawkstar, though! So that's a plus :D

[ib-gomes]

hey i know the post is like 3 years old but i just saw that when you did a commission for cedarmoons, you painted my vallaslin mod onto one of the elves and i just wanna say that i'm honored that you drew my vallaslin (even though i know it's probably from your commission reference), but it doesn't matter because i'm still so flattered! i LOVE your art! have an awesome day <3 :)

Ohh the one with the GORGEOUS tree design? It is one of my favorite commissions ultil now and I knew straight up which one you were talking about. ♥

[rosenrotxiii]

beloved by cedarmoons is by far the most depressing Solavellan fanfiction I’ve read

Can anyone please recommend some extremely angsty Solavellan/SolasxOC fics? I mean the sort that made you literally sob }:^)

[fiadhaisteach]

Things I’ve Read This Week* - 2021.08.21

New Stories

The Mechanics of Enchantment by WizardofOzymandias (@wizardofozymandias) - Solas/Dagna - 6,226 words - complete

Modern Solarya AUs, Take Me by bearlytolerable (@bearlytolerant) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 2,147 words - complete

Paragon of Their Kind 2021 Exchange, Flappers for Fen'harel by Cartadwarfwithaheartofgold (manka) (@cartadwarfwithaheartofgold) - Solas/F!Cadash - 5,533 words - complete

Solas Just Needs to Duck, Okay?, when you open me (all the power in me moves) by RosellaWrites (@rosella-writes) - Solas/Blackwall - 2,149 words - complete

Solas Just Needs to Duck, Okay?, i'd wanna be felled by you, held by you (fuel the pyre of your enemies) by RosellaWrites (@rosella-writes) - Solas/F!Lavellen - 3,001 words - complete

Solas Just Needs to Duck, Okay?, a fuller feeling (a brighter burst) by RosellaWrites (@rosella-writes) - Solas/Iron Bull/Dorian - 4,704 words - complete

Solas Just Needs to Duck, Okay?, be still my indelible friend (you are unbreaking) by RosellaWrites (@rosella-writes) - Solas/Cassandra - 1,788 words - complete

Rereads

know that what we had was real, ⚜️Only For You, ⚜️A Slip of the Tongue, ⚜️catastrophic, ⚜️tomorrow never comes by sansbanshees (@sansbanshees) - Solas/F!Trevelyan - 12,741 words - each work complete, series HSE WIP

resurgence by cedarmoons (@cedarmoons) - Fen'Harel|Solas/F!Lavellan - 7,089 words - complete

Tumblr (re)Reads

Saeris Lavellan, wake-up kisses prompt by @oxygenforthewicked - Solas/M!Lavellan

Zevran visits Vigil's Keep in his own inimitable fashion prompt by @hoochieblues - Zevran/M!Tabris

Neria Mahariel, prickling pangs of dread prompt by @oxygenforthewicked - Zevran/F!Mahariel

Bloodied & Broken Bits, Reading a book together prompt by @dreadfutures - Morrigan/M!Mahariel & Kieran

Bloodied & Broken Bits, One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc. prompt by @dreadfutures - Solas/F!Lavellan

Bloodied & Broken Bits, "If it bleeds, it can be killed." "Well, it doesn't." prompt by @dreadfutures - Cassandra & F!Lavellan

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Wicked Things, What a Wicked Game to Play by Cracking Lamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 35-36)

Sugar Honey Iced Tea by AntlersandFangs (@thededfa), Beckily (@beckily), & Celtic_Lass (@thecelticlass) - MBiT/MGiT, F!Adaar/MBiT, Krem/MGiT, Varric/MGiT, Solas/MBiT (Ch. 47)

Unwritten by UnrealRomance - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 210-211)

The Breakers and the Broken by Eluvianness - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 66)

Never Again by angelslaugh (@skyerie) - Solas/F!Lavellan, minor Iron Bull/F!Lavellan (Ch. 123-128)

Ma Ghilana Mir Bellanaris, Dir'vhen'an (The Promise) by oxygenforthewicked (@oxygenforthewicked) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 15-16)

She's Lived a Good Life by Kinako - MCiT (Ch. 11-12)

beware the forest at night, when there are miles left to go, the forest is dark and deep and i've seen you here before by victoriousscarf (@victoriousscarf) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 157-158)

Scars of Light by Kallypso (@kallypsowrites) - The Darkling|Kirigan/Alina (Ch. 39-40)

Bloodied & Broken World State, Bloodied and Broken, Rogasha'ghi'lan (The Brave Guide) by youworeblue (@dreadfutures) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 4-5)

Yours & Mine by Yours_Truly_Commander_Shepard - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 11)

Fade Objects, Object-oriented Fadeology by KeeperSpock (@outragedvulcan) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 10)

Hand in Hand in Unlovable Hand by Sevent (@seventfics) - The Darkling|Aleksander/Alina/Mal (Ch. 10)

Dreams, In Waking Dreams by AParisianShakespearean (@a-shakespearean-in-paris) - Cullen/F!Trevelyan (Ch. 81)

Into the Cosmos, Into the Chaos by Pakhet (@shiver-the-tiefling) - Solas/MGiT & MBiT (Ch. 74)

Til It Squeaks: A Modern Girl's Take on Thedas, Twist Some More by CrackingLamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 25)

rhapsody in red. by wildmountainmoss - Solas & ONBC (Ch. 18)

lover, your back is bruised from what you carry, In the face of your light by noverture (@noverturemusings) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 96-97)

It Goes On by Fireplace_Dragon - MGiT (Ch. 18)

Coiling Time by Enceladus (EspressoComfort) (@espressocomfort) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 20)

» side note - multiple chapters may mean multiple updates; or might just be me refreshing my memory, reorienting myself in the story, or rereading some for fun.

*TIRTW & can recommend (previous weeks)

[zichqec]

"Since Cedarmoon found a bunch of Seagull feathers, he might notice that they look a little off...and not too far away, he might notice a dead seagull or two nearby."

I think this is the only thing I've drawn where I actually liked the flipped version better, and so changed it to be that XD

[pixelatedmemory]

My other Fairy family. The Cedarmoon’s.