#abelas fic

[durgeapologist]

Let's Talk About Ir Abelas, Da'ean

As some of you may know, I am vehemently against the dishonest use of AI in fandom and creative spaces. It has been brought to my attention by many, many people (and something I myself have thought on many times) that there is a DreadRook fic that is super popular and confirmed to be written at least partially with AI. I have the texts to prove it was written (at least) with the help of the Grammarly Rewrite generative feature.

Before I go any further, let it be known I was friends with this author; their use of rewrite features is something they told me and have told many other people who they have shared their fic with. It is not however, at the time of posting this, tagged or mentioned on their fic on AO3, in any capacity. I did in fact reach out to the author before making this post. They made absolutely no attempt to agree to state the use of Rewrite AI on their fic, nor be honest or upfront (in my opinion) about the possibility of their fic being complete generative AI. They denied the use of generative AI as a whole, though they did confirm (once again) use of the rewrite feature on Grammarly.

That all said: I do not feel comfortable letting this lie; since I have been asked by many people to make this, this post is simply for awareness.

You can form your own opinion, if you wish to. In fact, I encourage you to do such.

Aside from the, once again, high volume word output of around 352K words in less than 3 months (author says they had 10 chapters pre-written over "about a month" before they began posting; they are also on record saying they can write 5K-10K daily) from November until now, I have also said if you are familiar with AI services or peruse AI sites like ChatGPT, C.AI, J.AI, or any others similar to these, AI writing is very easy to pick out.

After some intense digging, research, and what I believe to be full confirmation via AI detection software used by professional publishers, there is a large and staggering possibility that the fic is almost entirely AI generated, bar some excerpts and paragraphs, here and there. I will post links below of the highly-resourced detection software that a few paragraphs and an entire chapter from this fic were plugged into; you are more than welcome to do with this information what you please.

I implore you to use critical thinking skills, and understand that when this many pieces in a work come back with such a high percentage of AI detected, that there is something going on. (There was a plethora of other AI detection softwares used that also corroborate these findings; I only find it useful to attach the most reputable source.)

Excerpts:

82% Likely Written by AI, 4% Plagiarism Match

98% Likely Written by AI, 2% Plagiarism Match

100% Likely Written by AI, 4% Plagiarism Match

Some excerpts do in fact come back as 100% likely written by human; however, this does not mean that the author was not using the Grammarly Paraphrase/Rewrite feature for these excerpts.

The Grammarly Paraphrase/Rewrite feature does not typically clock as AI generative text, and alongside the example below, many excerpts from other fics were take and put through this feature, and then fed back into the AI detection software. Every single one came back looking like this, within 2% of results:

So, in my opinion, and many others, this goes beyond the use of the simple paraphrase/rewrite feature on Grammarly.

Entire Chapter (Most Recent):

67% Likely Written by AI

As well, just for some variety, another detection software that also clocked plagiarism in the text:

15% Plagiarism Match

To make it clear that I am not simply 'jealous' of this author or 'angry' at their work for simply being a popular work in the fandom, here are some excerpts from other fanfics in this fandom and in other fandoms that were ran through the same exact same detection software, all coming back as 100% human written. (If you would like to run my fic through this software or any others, you are more than welcome to. I do not want to run the risk of OP post manipulation, so I did not include my own.)

The Wolf's Mantle

100% Likely Human Written, 2% Plagiarism Match

A Memory Called Desire

99% Likely Human Written

Brand Loyalty

100% Likely Human Written

Heart of The Sun

98% Likely Human Written

Whether you choose to use AI in your own fandom works is entirely at your own discretion. However, it is important to be transparent about such usage.

AI has many negative impacts for creatives across many mediums, including writers, artists, and voice actors.

If you use AI, it should be tagged as such, so that people who do not want to engage in AI works can avoid engaging with it if they wish to.

ALL LINKS AND PICTURES COURTESY OF: @spiritroses

[evanhereonearth]

Thank you for opening prompts! I have one that has been bothering me for a long time, but i can't write it myself, so i need help( ...

Solas healing the unconscious Lavellan and helping and protecting her in her dream in his wolf form like in this codex by Adan.

https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Codex_entry:_Patient_Observations

I know I know this is pretty popular topic for fics and art, but it's actually canon and I love this idea soooo much... I need all the details I just can't resist

Interlude, Tarasyl'nin

Day One

It was not supposed to happen this way.

Solas fights to keep his visage still despite being the only person within twenty paces of the prisoner. She is, after all, the only one in the Chantry dungeon.

Her hand spits and sparks with the Anchor's power even now, flashing green light through the cell. Even with layers of earth and rock between Solas and the open sky, he does not need to look to know it responds to each and every one of the Breach's fits and starts.

It will kill her; it is only a matter of time.

Yet, somehow, it has not killed her yet.

For all his years and experience, Solas is at a loss.

She should not have been able to walk physically in the Fade, not one of these creatures of today's world. Even a mage, or what qualifies for one here. His lip curls with the thought; it is akin to calling an Orlesian poodle puppy a wolf. He has awoken in a time where every living soul simply thinks Orlesian poodle puppies are wolves.

Yet she is elven. Perhaps that can explain it. Some remnant of the People in this distant shadow.

Her body thrashes as the Breach expands, and Solas instinctively reaches out to take hold of her left hand. His mana reacts to the touch even as his skin bursts into tingles where their skin makes contact. The Anchor jerks with such violence that he can almost hear it screaming.

"Need a Templar over there, mage?" one of the guards calls out, perhaps alerted by the sudden burst of light from the Anchor.

"No," Solas replies shortly. "This is no new development. A Templar negating magic would only seek to mask her symptoms, and for there to be any hope of understanding, I must see her symptoms as they arise."

It will not be long before Adan returns from his rest break. The apothecary has also suggested Templar involvement. Solas grits his teeth with the frustration of the thing. He could easily be overruled if something here does not improve.

The Breach once more wobbles back into equillibrium, at least as much as such a thing can be said. Solas places his thumb on the prisoner's wrist.

Her heartbeat flutters in her pulse, fast as the beating wings of a bat clawing its way through the air. Solas removes his thumb, using it instead to push back first her left eyelid, then her right. Pupils still dilated, so black they engulf all but a ring of verdant moss green at the edges of her irises. They remain evenly blown, however. A small mercy that this woman at least escaped without a concussion.

No small feat, considering she tumbled approximately twenty feet out of a rift to hit the ground.

As usual, she responds to none of his minstrations.

The Anchor ought to be his, but Solas has long since learned the futility of clinging to what ought to be instead of what is. What is dictates what is possible to change.

What is stretches his patience and his fortitude as tight as the veil itself around the Breach. He stifles an ironic chuckle. His own handiwork, the veil, the product of his own cleverness battling with his relative inexperience with blood magic and pure desparation. Even a year after waking, he can scarce believe he succeeded--and even scarcer believe the price.

For now, it is moot. He is weak. He was never equal to his ancient foes, and he is not, apparently, equal to this modern enemy.

Nor is she.

Solas gazes upon the prisoner. He has avoided looking at her face, only allowing himself to see blurs of pale skin and a smattering of freckles cast with green the colour of her eyes in lines he does not wish to acknowledge.

But he must. Acknowledge what is.

Here is what is.

First: He failed to appropriately caluculate the possibility of his orb not killing Corypheus. Corypheus lives, Solas's orb is in his possession, and this Dalish woman somehow thwarted Corypheus's ritual to claim the Anchor.

Solas would be a fool not to be thankful for that twist of fate.

Second: The Dalish woman has survived, despite all odds to the contrary. Survived the blast by instinctively using the Anchor to tear open a rift into the Fade and close it behind her--there is little other possible explanation--and survived walking in the Fade even with her middling connection to it after millennia of this world leaching away everything that made the People his People.

Third: She lives still, and the Anchor, while spreading, while certain to kill her eventually, is not spreading as quickly as he thought it would.

Fourth: The Anchor is far from the only threat to her life. The human Chantry in all their blind hubris may well murder her out of their own hysterical fear; they may do the same to him if he cannot help her sufficiently to keep her alive long enough to attempt to seal the Breach.

Fifth: The Breach is an abomination. Solas cannot linger too long on the emotions of its effects; if he allows himself to feel the pain of every spirit torn through the rifts or the Breach itself, he will tear himself to pieces.

Sixth: This woman is the best and only chance they have to seal the Breach at all. The Anchor may consume her, but she is no longer expendable.

A final thought, more fancy than finality, is that ironically, she may also be his single best hope for surviving this calamity.

He forces himself to look upon her face.

Her features are delicate without being dainty, the grace of a rapier against one of the Seeker's broadswords. She carries forward the strong nose bridge of the Elvhen, high cheekbones, a jaw well-defined with a chin that almost makes her entire face appear heart-shaped. Her lashes flutter in her fitful sleep, crescents of black against her too-pale skin. Despite her flesh being sallowed by her body's struggle to live, her freckles stand out in warm relief. Not unlike his own, Solas supposes, a dusting of them, invisible even at a few paces, but up close, they soften her. It's oddly charming. A single darker freckle dots the upper right corner of her lip. Not far from there, the indentation of a dimple rests.

A fleeting thought hits him like a lightning strike, that if she were to smile, that dimple may bury her right into the heart of him.

Absurdity. Solas shakes off the thought.

Black hair tangles in waves and loose curls around her head, a single curl remaining defined just behind her left ear. A perfect ringlet, pristine despite her predicament.

An odd detail to notice.

He is avoiding the rest, but he must let himself see.

The green inked into her face. It dances across her cheekbones, up the bridge of her nose, fans out over her forehead. He's heard the guards snort and scoff at the "tree" on the "knife ear's" face, but Solas knows it is no tree.

Even the Dalish think it is a tree, branding themselves slaves in their ignorance. Fools. And she is, very obviously, a Dalish fool for doing the same.

But Mythal's vallaslin is no tree.

It had to be hers, did it not? Perhaps he could look upon any of the other Evanuris' blood writing without flinching, but Mythal's? One would think that after ten millennia of struggle, the pain of it would have subsided somewhat. Mythal is thousands of years dead.

Yet here she is again, reminding Solas of how deeply her bindings worked their way into the flesh he never wanted. His still bears the scar; even when he cast her out of his skin, he needed the reminder to never allow someone such power over him again.

Mythal's vallaslin is no tree. It is not even veins, blood or lyrium or otherwise, despite its resemblance. It is neither of those things.

It's him. It's every spirit like him.

Mythal who nearly emptied the Fade of its Wisdom, built bodies for all like him, branded them all with their own self-portraits. "We are the best of both physical and Fade," she told him once as she wheedled him into following her into the depths of despair and ruin. Out of love. Love she always professed to return, but like a mother overrun with children beyond counting, his place as her favourite mattered little when all were only tools to her.

Solas tightens his lips, staring down at the prisoner. He seldom allows himself to even think so candidly; his love for Mythal, her turning away over and over to become what he despised, the glimmers and scraps of hope she tossed him until that final dreadful day, the reminder of his failure to reach her. All this time.

His own vallaslin had hardly healed on his face before he knew it to be naught but a reminder of everything he'd given up, everything he'd lost. Everything he sacrificed.

And now here it is, branded again on unwitting skin.

It was not supposed to happen this way.

For a moment, Solas is not certain what he means. His own existence? The Anchor? Corypheus? This tragic creature sleeping before him?

He has no answers. He does not even know her name.

Only that he must save her life.

His mana stirs as he delves through her, seeking any remaining injuries that could impede the progress of her healing mind. If her body strengthens, perhaps she will wake.

For this moment, at least, they share a fate.

***

Thank you so so much for this prompt!!! I got carried away and will have to probably do a Part 2 and Part 3. >.>

My little hearrrrt.

[rawrzimon]

Chapter 262 - Assault on Erimond Estate

Athena and her forces are brought into a quickly planned slave breakout at the estate of shamed Magister Erimond.

[creatures-and-doodles]

This exact drawing defeated me three times along the years, but I happen to be very stubborn and will try again, I am going to win >:v

[echoes-sounds]

Anyone got any good solavellan or fenhawke fic recommendations? I’ll also take Abelas and Lavellan.

[teamdilf]

We’re changing things up in this latest chapter of Towards Eternity, with a chapter focused on Iris’ niece, Isla.

Mama cried when she woke up today. When she asked if it was a bad dream, Mama only started to cry harder so she did what Dad does when Mama is sad and brings her fruit and tea, because Dad says that hot drinks make tears go away. Dad used to make her hot chocolate when she fell and got hurt but he doesn’t do that anymore because she’s 11 now and doesn’t fall down anymore!

Dad and Abelas take her to the Chantry. Abelas even rents them a carriage so Dad doesn’t need to walk far! Abelas seems like he has lots of money, and says he will come into the Chantry with them, even though he has the elf tattoos which means he follows the elven gods. “Are you allowed in the Chantry?” she asks Abelas once they’re sitting in the carriage (the seats are red velvet! Wow!), and Abelas laughs even though she wasn’t making a joke.

“I believe I will manage to avoid bursting into spontaneous flame for the time we will be there. Your father has important news to share with you.”

[kaija-rayne-author]

Chapters 10 through 12 of my fix Solavellan DAV fic is up.

[durgeapologist]

do u guys who send me anon asks not realize when they come in one second after the other it makes it extremely obvious that it's either 1) the same exact person (especially when they are written the exact same way???) or 2) people from the same group??? y'all aren't that smart huh? pls

i am sitting on many asks rn deciding what to do with them so if yours isn't getting answered, it is for a reason. lots of people asking the same 2 things just in a different font

also if you have sent in an ask and it's not malicious, you CAN always dm me for information. like that is a possibility; i always answer my dms! just sayin

[rawrzimon]

Chapter 261 - Song of the Forest

Athena works to set up defenses with Abelas while preparing to storm a Tevinter estate.

I'm getting close to the end! Two major plots after this current one and then I'll be done! Finishing at 300 chapters feels like a good, round number, right? Then to move on to a DA:V Sequel. Art forever done by the lovely @stupidere

[sibylance]

We Need to Talk About AI Detectors

Over the past few weeks there have been two posts in particular that have come out against two authors in the community that have resulted in near witch hunts for one, and essentially driving the other off the internet from all the bullying and hate received. These posts were related to the potential use of AI in fanfiction, as well as using supposed “AI Detectors” to support their claims. With the help of friends, we have been able to look into the AI claims that were made against both The Silence and The Song and Ir Abelas, Da’ean.

We were curious about how and why these posts were being flagged with high levels of “AI Probability” when the authors have been adamant (either in chats or in public) that they have never used generative AI for their work. So we did the most logical thing, put on our detective caps, and rolled up our sleeves. We would like to note that we do not wish to have philosophical discussions, we wish to have transparency and honesty.

Spoilers: We found inaccuracies almost IMMEDIATELY.

Firstly, we looked into the weakness of AI detectors, and read through online posts where people voiced their frustrations with detectors. One thing that we noticed was that the common denominator was that well written articles were being flagged as “Likely AI”, particularly with Originality, and that the solution was to either “dumb them down” or to remove punctuation such as commas, which immediately improved the score, tipping the scale to “Likely Original”.

For the second step, we ran some of our own works through Originality AI checker–works that were made prior to the creation of AI and generative AI. However, after punctuation was removed, this magically changed from 50% likelihood of AI to 100% original work. Again, these works were from before the dawn of generative AI, and therefore could not have been created by AI. For fun, we even ran the first chapter of Harry Potter through it–a novel that is objectively without AI, which still did not come out with results stating 100% original work. We then removed almost all of the punctuation from it, and it actually improved the originality score by 3% (from 95% to 98%).

Personal fic, before and after:

Next step, we ran our own scans through Originality and Quillbot.This includes full chapters of Ir Abelas, Da’ean, both with and without punctuation in Originality, and excerpts in Quillbot. Interestingly, the excerpts in Quillbot pinged as “0% likely AI”, and that is without any removal of punctuation. Across the board, the removal of punctuation from the chapters caused an immediate and dramatic increase in the score, from “100% likely AI” to “96% likely Original”. We have found that the more grammatically correct a work was, the more likely it was to be flagged as “AI”, much like how the freelance writers were complaining about.

Chapter 1 of Ir Abelas, before and after:

Chapter 1 through Quillbot:

Chapter 45 of Ir Abelas, before and after:

Chapter 45 without commas or double hyphens:

Chapter 45 through Quillbot:

Even the Ai detection websites caution against this:

To Durgeapologist, Fangbanger3000, and friends: If you do actually read this, I hope you realize that your posts have done more harm than good to the community. You are correct that AI is a potential threat to creative spaces, but you have gone about addressing it in the worst possible way. By creating multiple posts across platforms with the intent of creating a negative perspective toward certain authors and their fictions rather than the use of AI as a whole—not to mention the counter-accusations with personal attacks rather than focusing on the issue at hand—you are creating an environment that fosters negativity, bullying, and division—none of which are directions to take a sustainable and healthy community. AI Detection is the Wild West right now. There is no way to determine if something written is AI through the use of algorithms, and it requires the use of human intervention and careful comparison to previous works to be within a certain level of certainty that it is AI. Our hope is that in the future, you will take time, step back, and consider all possible sides before causing a stir in the community like this.

[galadrieljones]

Omg!! I'm crying from this 😭 My strong, silent ever patient chainsmoker. There he is!!!! Thank you for sharing this with me my love

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @galadrieljones which is great because I’ve been doodling an elven man 👀

After catching up on Riptide, your Abelas kinda has my heart all melty. He’s so gently stoic, and I keep getting this sort of dusty blue in my head when he’s around. I had to play with it. (I hope you don’t mind!) Still quite messy, and it may or may not be getting away from me, but fingers crossed I can get it cleaned up.

[galadrieljones]

Riptide

❤️ masterpost ❤️

Dragon Age | Solavellan | Abevellan | Amerivellan | Mature ❤️

Over the past ten years, Sene Lavellan has tried to move on from Solas. First, with Abelas, an ancient elf with a fierce but gentle soul, and then with Ameridan, one of the wisest men she's ever known. But it's never enough. She finds herself forever yanked under the surface, in dreams. Like a riptide, Solas is always there. And when his ritual fails, and the shit hits the fan, she will do anything to protect him, and to pursue her destiny by his side. Slowly he will come to learn that there is no fate but the love they share. *This is a canon rewrite, beginning in the time period that Solas leaves Skyhold and extending through the canon era of Veilguard.*

Only @ AO3

Chapters will be published every week or so!

Part I: Abelas

Chapter 1: You're Welcome (9/23/24)

Chapter 2: Inertia (9/25)

Chapter 3: The New World (9/27)

Chapter 4: Digging (9/29)

Chapter 5: Lighthouse (10/1)

Chapter 6: Paper Flowers (10/3)

Chapter 7: The Storm Coast (10/5)

Part II: Ameridan

Chapter 8: Inquisition Folklore (10/7)

Chapter 9: Last Call (10/9)

Chapter 10: Fireflies, Marshes (10/11) - NSFW

Chapter 11: Dragon Slayer (10/13)

Chapter 12: Winter's Bone (10/15)

Chapter 13: Unlocked Doors (10/17)

Chapter 14: The Dragon, the Redhead, and the Wolf (10/20)

Chapter 15: Who Are You Now? (10/22)

Chapter 16: Goodnight, Halamshiral. (10/24)

Part III: Fen'Harel

Chapter 17: What the Dread Wolf Takes (10/26)

Chapter 18: Valor (10/28)

Chapter 19: Haven (10/30)

Chapter 20: All New, Faded for Sene. (11/30)

Chapter 21: Sweet Sorrow (12/6)

Chapter 22: Wise Men (12/13)

Chapter 23: Possession (12/20)

Chapter 24: Lovers at War (1/3)

Chapter 25: The Dread Wolf's Girl (1/10)

Chapter 26: Weight (1/17)

Chapter 27: Snow (1/24)

Chapter 28: Worm Hole (1/31)

Chapter 29: Wicked Gentry with the Wolf (2/7)

Chapter 30: Here on Earth (2/14)

Part IV: Solas

Chapter 31: The Messenger (2/21)

***Chapter 32: Huckleberry Pancakes (2/28)***

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

Beginning in Chapter 20, this fic contains spoilers for Dragon Age: The Veilguard ❤️

[queenaeducan-writes]

Laundry Day

Pairing: Solas x Non-binary!Lavellan Warning: DA4 Spoilers (Regret Murals) Other Tags: Modern Thedas, Crack Fic, Spirit!Solas Originally written for the DAFF server. Inspired by this post by fangbanger3000 Read it here on AO3.

His world is nothing but colour, vivid and bright.

He is a kite upon the winds of the Fade, turning according to its whims. He allows it to carry him, the ill-defined appendages of his metaphysical form flowing with the current. Memories, too, wash over him: the relief as a shop sign flips from open to close; the eager tug of loving hands pulling the wearer by their apron; the chill of the apartment floor where it is stripped away and forgotten.

Recollections of the last week occur to him in visions of cotton and linen, as though his body is the stitching holding the whole together. He does not fight it, forgetting struggle as his tail meets the spread of his six eyes.

The sudden stop jars him to greater consciousness, but any questions that might occur with the notion tumble with the rest of him out of an unknown portal.

Solas falls limply into something physical, the seam between dreams and reality made hard by a mage's hands. They hold him like a damp wad of paper they're trying hard not to tear. Their voice, no such luck.

"Solas"— Ian's gasp is sharp, needlelike— "Ir abelas! Are you- please be all right."

As the world slows to its own deceptive stillness, his vision clears, blinking up with a blearly grasp upon reality. Ian is pale over him, save for pink-rimmed eyes, pin-pricked by tears. Something had happened, he surmises.

"I am fine," he assures him, that much is certain. "Are you?"

"Me?" Choking on his anxiety, Ian squeaks out a laugh. "You- you were in…"

The answer trails off, though Solas quickly discovers the answer for himself. Gathered alongside his metaphysical form are a collection of clothes heavy with soap and water, piled in Ian's lap where he'd dragged Solas from the washing machine.

Ian hiccups. "I'm so sorry. One moment you were in a sunbeam, and the next-"

"Put me back.""I- you- what?"

"Put me back, please," Solas corrects himself. Grateful this shape doesn't have ears to burn (though he feels remarkably little shame), he adds, "It was not unpleasant."

"You… you're kidding." Ian's stutter is bewildered more than nervous, giggles breaking through disbelief. "Do you want to be dried, too?"

"Air drying is more energy efficient… but I suppose I am curious."

"Ma nuvenin, Vhenan," Ian laughs.

The last thing Solas sees before the cycle is renewed is Ian's face beaming through the concave glass.

[teamdilf]

Solas tracks down Abelas and asks him to find Iris’ niece in Starkhaven.

For weeks, he searches for Abelas in the Fade, altering his sleep schedule because they’ve long lost a sense of what time it is in Thedas, leaving him wondering if they should track down a clock to reduce the frequency with which Iris wakes up Dorian when she calls him. He eventually finds the man sleeping in a coastal Antivan town and calls for him, appearing in his dreams as a man and not the wolf guise he so frequently wore when he entered his agents’ dreams.

“Fen’Harel.” Abelas bows his head in unnecessary deference.

“Solas. I use the title no longer.”

“I’d heard whispers to that effect. Murmurings that you were imprisoned in the Fade and that your lover opted to join you in exile. What truth is there to that story?”

“It is an accurate retelling of the day Elgar’nan fell.” He doesn’t reveal that his life powers the veil - no agents of his ever learned the truth of the veil and, while he doesn’t think Abelas would ever target him, he can’t trust that the information would end at him, either.

“Why you chose exile when you had won is a mystery, I’ll admit.” Abelas stares at him; he’s learned the man won’t come out and ask directly, but the question is implied.

“There was wisdom in the words offered by Iris and one of the agents she’d sent to stop me. I come to ask a favour, presuming you have not found a new calling to keep you busy.”

“If I have?” That Abelas asks this reveals the man is liable to be sunning himself on a beach, desperate for an occupation to keep him busy.

“Then I would depart and find someone else to help.”

[bygonesigh]

20 Questions for Fanfiction Writers

Thank you for the tag, @songofamazon!! ^_^ I really enjoyed reading through your detailed answers!

Tagging: @biowaredisasterbisexual , @hyperions-light , @ofcrowsanddragons , @basedonconjecture , and @thepalehorsevictoria but really @ anyone!! If you do it, I will read it!

(tried to think of those with multiple published works, if I missed you, I'm sorry!!)

1). How many works do you have on AO3?

At this moment, I have five. Soon to be six since I'll be uploading my Taash drabbles/short fics for Taash week :)

2). What's your total AO3 word count?

263,219!

3). What are your top five fics by kudos?

Since I only have five fics, I'll be listing the first one only.

An Examination, of Sorts — Rated E; Female Rook/Emmrich Volkarin; 148 kudos; 16,848 words.

Honestly, it's just smut, haha. If anyone clicks, please heed the tags (dubious consent).

4). What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, just Dragon Age. There are several fandoms I'd like to write for, though! I just haven't gotten around to those ideas in my mind, yet.

5). Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course!! :) I value all comments I get! I know how sometimes it can be nerve wracking to make one.

6). What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my only longfic, Var Abelas, I gave it two endings (good or bad). The 'bad' ending involves Lavellan dying and Solas tearing the Veil.

7). What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd probably say An Examination, of Sorts. Lich Emmrich and Rook are together, YAY!

8). Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I know of? And I hope it stays that way...haha ^^;;

9). Do you write smut?

Yes! Though it took me a bit to get there. I'm naturally a very nervous person, and just the thought of writing smut made me, well, nervous lol. But I pushed through! And now..*glances at AO3 page*...I may have opened the flood gates. Now, if I write it well? That's another question, lmao.

10). Do you write crossovers?

Not at this moment, but I would be open to writing a few, sure. Though only in adjacent genres, like a Dragon Age and Baldur's Gate 3 crossover.

11). Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12). Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, haha.

13). Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, but I would be open to it!

14). What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is an evil question! I have so, so, so many ships that I love to read though I haven't written for them. UGH, I can't choose one!!!!! (lol it's been like ten minutes and I'm still thinking)

Okay, though I haven't written for it at all—

V/Johnny SIlverhand from Cyberpunk 2077. It's not 'official', but I absolutely love this pairing. I'm a huge sucker for major angst and tragedy, and V/Johnny SIlverhand is the perfect tragedy :')

15). What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If it is published, I will finish it. It may take months or years, but I'll finish it (I am very stubborn).

16). What are your writing strengths?

Hmm... I'm not really sure? I think I can write banter/dialogue well.

17). What are your writing weaknesses?

I make a lot of typos when writing, and I do not easily catch them. I often skip words when writing and my brain will fill them in, making it harder for me to see (text to speech helps a little).

18). Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Do it, wooo!! I personally italicize the other language if I use it, conlang or not. Though in my opinion, there should be a balance between the other language and the primary one you're writing in.

19). First fandom you wrote for?

This is going into the childhood trenches, here. Hmm...as a child I wrote Sailor Moon fanfic but didn't really "publish" it. It was more a series of drabbles, as I was very young and didn't know how to write a story.

20). Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Hmm... This is difficult. I don't think I can choose a fic, as with all of them I have conflicting emotions. I have more favorite moments in each, if that makes sense. For example, I'm ambivalent to chapters 1/2 in An Examination, of Sorts, but I absolutely love chapter 3!

[bodysnatch3r]

mien'harel [gen; adult]

CHARACTERS:Solas; Felassan; Mythal; Ghilan'nain; Andruil; Imshael; Geldauran; Anaris; Abelas; Original Elvhen Characters.

RELATIONSHIPS: Solas & Felassan; Solas/Felassan (Slow Burn); Solas & Mythal; Solas & Original Elvhen Characters.

RATING & WARNINGS: Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence; Major Character Death. This fic does not follow Veilguard's established lore for Solas, as it was drafted much earlier than the game's release.

A spirit is called from the world that dreams into the world that wakes. He is given the name Solas, and then he is told to forget he ever was a spirit at all. He grows up as the son of a scullery maid, a servant of Mythal the All-Mother, and knows no life but the life of the incarnated. Until his brother is kidnapped by Andruil, on the hunt for fresh blood to feed her Champion's vile experiments. Solas attempts to petition Mythal for his brother's release, but is offered an alternative instead: work for the Mother of the Evanuris, rise through the ranks, and gain enough power to free his brother himself. But unknown to him, and to the other Evanuris, history is being nudged (or perhaps shoved), and Solas will soon find himself in the position to change the course of Elvhenan forever.

PART ONE: ALL NEW

CHAPTER TEN

Anaris fell upon them from above. She did not even have to look at him. He brought his blade down towards Her with both hands, roaring, howling, desperate, unable to stop himself and already doomed. And even in despair, the red sang, striking the gold of Her spear. Song met light. Anaris crashed into the shockwave, was thrown away from them, and Andruil finally deigned to turn and face him. “What is this?” She cackled, Anaris shakily rising to his feet, and Her hand gripped Solas' face, carved red crescent-moon welts in his cheeks, even as She looked towards Her would-be attacker, “An ambush? Am I betrayed, Acolyte? Did these ungrateful vermin sway you so easily to their hopeless cause? How gladly shall I tell the Mother of your betrayal! How gladly shall I take you as my war-prize, and fuck the insubordination out of you! Why, you are all the same. Without our benevolence to guide and nurture you, you would grovel in the dirt of your own pride. With the dogs—” Enraged, She yanked him downward. He screamed and bucked against the fear, desperate to find his magic despite the Lyrium ropes searing it out of him, grasping for whispers, coming up silent. She let go of his face as his head spun with terror. “—Like the dogs.” She had another quarry, now.

READ FROM THE BEGINNING