#about solona;

[savingthrcw]

under request: Solona Amell

she's meant to be a Joke but I also love her so here she is (Joke because overpowered but still will allow you to explore your character's emotions as much as you'd like, and different dynamics)

"human" mage (yeah, right) / Eldritch Horror / Hero of Ferelden & Warden Commander / doesn't have a dark side any more than Barbie does / meant to be generally seen as beautiful, real life fc is Margot Robbie. This gives her privileges which is why I made a point of mentioning it. (your muse is allowed not to find her attractive, obviously).

Wanted interactions: Dragon Age characters because I cannot imagine more people wanting to given that she's all-powerful, but if you request her I'll write her with your other ones too. Solona can easily be played as follower (and a bonus one at that, who is basically more powerful than Sandal, she's not to be taken too seriously as a character, I'll write more about it soon). Open to romantic interactions with: potentially all. Demiromantic, Pansexual. Has tried a bit of everything because curious. It's unclear to her what is socially acceptable to say.

Hair color is like in the first pic (which is her by the time of DAI), not the third which is blonder, but the third shows Margot at 22 which is closer to Solona's age (somewhere near 20)

So, what about Solona? Why is she not to be taken too seriously?

Because she has the KILL-ALL console command and mods. Normally she uses other spells because she thinks it's fun to make battles last but she is overpowered.

She's found in the Deep Roads by a group of dwarves, surrounded by dead Darkspawn and chilling. Has no memories except for the fact that her name is Solona. It seems they were trying to make her into a BroodMother and died for it. She's in her late teens and has never seen a spellbook, all her magic is purely elemental. She picks the last name Amell.

She's VERY gifted which could make her a problem, but because she's so happy to follow Circle rules, is friendly, kind, and has such a pretty face, they let her be; the general idea is that she's too 'simple' to be dangerous. When it takes less than ten minutes to go through the Harrowing they all freak out and decide to find an excuse to make her Tranquil, because that can't be right. Also maybe they should study her. She helps Jowan because he asks her to, and even if she warns Irving, if only for their own safety, they use that as the Excuse. Duncan "saves her" as much as she 'needs' to be saved (meaning she can walk away without bloodshed) so she thanks them all for the opportunity and leaves. She knows NOTHING of the world besides the few things she was taught at the Circle, she finds everyone very amusing and everything is just so great. She will learn more about humanity as the story goes by and feel more things (there is a reason if her icons come from the Barbie movie)

The rest is history, as in DAO really starts.

Notes for other players: -if you play another HoF, Hawke or Inquisitor or someone in the position of being 'scary/in charge', only ask me to use her if you are okay with the fact that she cannot feel threatened by them and if they are very dark/serious/dominant she'd just be like 'okay lol' and not take them seriously. If that bothers you because you feel it's challenging their credibility or any other reason DO NOT interact with her. If she's a follower she could either be found at the Circle during the mission to recruit the mages or have been recruited by Duncan as a Warden not long before your muse was, depending on who you play, and was found on the way to Lothering.

-If you play a Solas and you want her to be able to tell that he's more than just an elf let me know, it'd be funny if she knew and didn't say anything because nobody asked?? -if you play an Anders and want him to have safe passage after DA2 tell me and she'll take care of him. -if you want to use her to retrieve an Alistair/Hawke from the Fade, you can -if you play anyone else and you want to change some fundamental part of your muse's life tell me, she probably can do it. Found an undefeatable enemy and snap her fingers to have it die? Done. Remove a demon/spell like it's nothing? Done.

[below what happens in game / her personality and relationships]

Beginning She travels with a constant smile, she doesn't pass out at the Joining, she doesn't need time to recharge when using spells in Ostagar, just keeps burning/freezing/electrocuting at will. She has a great time! Until Duncan is betrayed. She only needs saving (via Flemeth) because she is hit over the head from behind and passes out after freezing because she felt Duncan's death. Flemeth can probably feel there is something Different about her. Same for Solona but she says nothing because nobody asks. She knows near nothing about life, the Circle doesn't encourage close relationships, so she'll ask her companions about it.

Kill-all mod and other spells. One day the rest of the team sees her not smiling after her Mabari Juliette is hurt in battle, and she immediately kills the entire group army of Darkspawn around her with one move of her hand, then go do the same to the ones who were left behind. This is how they find out that everyone she wants dead and is within thirty feet from her will die on the spot.

It takes her about five seconds to recharge after every hit of the Death spell. So the only reason she doesn't just go up to the Archdemon and kills it on the spot is that she thinks all the different races should fight together to make them remember they are meant to be friends. That and there is enough Darkspawn to tire her, plus she can't be everywhere at the same time. Her nature and other skills: Her origins are unclear but it becomes clear she must be some sort of benevolent creature that looks human, and maybe partly is. She ages and is mortal now but who knows what she was. She cannot heal people nor can morph. She can do extra spells like levitate things. She still uses normal elemental spells because they are fun, the Death Spell is boring. She can feel things that other people can (see Flemeth being More). Can go back to the Fade with some effort. She's very caring and very excited to meet everyone, finds them all very funny. She really doesn't care about killing en masse, she'll just say "they are the enemy :D", but mostly follows Alistair for moral guidance (which makes them all very lucky). Gullible, easily persuaded to do things if she's not already set on a specific choice. So Very Ready to Help.

Some game choices: Loghain dies by Alistair's hand - Anora is queen (alone). Elves and Werewolves are at peace. Bhelen wins the throne. The Circle get rescued. She tries to take care of Cullen after, doesn't hold a grudge against anyone there. Doesn't harden companions, completes all their missions. Kills the Archdemon immediately once she sees it. Either convinced Alistair to perform the ritual because worried about him or she just Could Do That. Kills the Architect.

[therearecookiesdraws]

Part 17: Dreams

[longer-than-i-should-admit]

Don’t mind me I’m just getting emotional thinking about mage wardens

I’m thinking about Duncan asking for the warden’s phylactery from Gregoir and him balking at the thought bc even though the warden is being taken from the Circle there’s always ‘what if? what if? what if?’ Irving trying not to show the tremble in his hand when the Knight-Commander finally relents, passing it carefully into Duncan’s palm and watching the apprehension passing over the warden’s face all the while.

I’m thinking about Duncan not mentioning it once until they reach Ostagar, not until after the warden becomes a warden officially, not until that very night as they’re preparing for bed and he stops by and hands the phylactery to them.

“I’m not meant to—to have this!” stutters the warden, face blanching at the thought of touching the very thing that had bound them to the Circle.

“I understand,” Duncan says evenly, not unkindly, “but I will be very busy as we prepare for battle and I do not want to chance misplacing it. Just hold on to it for me temporarily, will you?”

“I…yes, ser,” the warden murmurs, only daring to touch the vial long enough to tuck it securely into their pack, wrapped in fabric to cushion it.

Duncan never asks for it back. They and Alistair wake in the Wilds, and it’s still buried in their meager belongings. The warden clings to it like a life preserver, wondering if Duncan had somehow known that he would be unable to keep it.

They do not have the heart to do away with or break it, even though the promise of being well and truly free is right within arm’s reach, despite Morrigan’s critical urging to ensure every chance of their survival outside of the Chantry’s clutches.

I’m thinking about the warden slowly growing comfortable with the wide open world around them, and trusting the people that they keep close, admitting that they don’t know everything and apologizing when they make mistakes, watching the pity in the others’ eyes slowly morph into respect and understanding and empathy and care.

I’m thinking about the warden wordlessly pressing their phylactery into Alistair’s hands, gaze unwavering as he flounders.

“I can’t—I don’t want this,” he protests, face wan.

“I want you to have it,” the warden says resolutely, because their greatest battle yet is looming at dawn and they do not want to be lost in the tide of corpses that would surely pile the countryside. “Please.”

I’m thinking about Alistair finding the warden in the aftermath, unconscious but alive thanks to their mutual sacrifice (giving his eternal thanks for Morrigan all the while as he bundles the warden up into his arms), the phylactery pulsing against the hollow of his throat in time with the warden’s pulse.

I’m thinking about Alistair a decade later, curled up where he struggles to sleep, clutching that same vial against his heart with his eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the fact that despite the time and distance separating him from his warden, their love is still right there in the palm of his hand—alive and well.

[vilnan]

i'm being so brave about my whump worldstate

rambles below:

ok so

• my warden for this one is solona amell, who is a blood mage and kind of evil. :/ she kills the dalish clan with the werewolves, preserves the anvil, kills connor, poisons the urn, and does all sorts of other war crimes </3 she romances alistair, who dies killing the archdemon, which naturally makes her even more unhinged. her current whereabouts and status are unknown as she is on the run for being a wanted maleficar during the events of inquisition

• bernadette "birdy" hawke is the champion on this verse. she's also a blood mage lol but she's the fartherst thing from evil. very sweet, attentive and helpful. but by the end of act 2 her whole family is dead and this makes her personality shift from blue -> red. she romances anders during the events of da2, but their relationship is very dysfunctional and toxic, because she is in love with varric the whole time and anders's devotion makes her feel trapped, so they clash constantly. she kills him in act 3 and then later gets together with varric and they get married. she's unknowingly pregnant with their kid when she dies in the fade. </3

• inquisitor is imogen trevelyan. she's the only who gets to be happy in this verse for now, lol, but she has an extremely traumatic past in the circle (which is where the angst comes from) and she has low self-esteem and worth, when she becomes the inquisitor. she romances blackwall who is redeemed and they get married and have a little girl, and nobody dies. for now. i was also originally bouncing with the idea of blackwall joining the wardens and them being separated but they've both been through enough tbh

• rook: ????????

[milesmentis]

Whichever oc is eating your brain the mostest:

Name one thing their parents taught them.

What recurring dreams do they have?

Thank you for asking and waiting so patiently for me to open my inbox again. Although I don't talk about her much at all, I've been thinking again about Solona Amell and since I never include her on OC lists for these it only seems fair. From this list here:

13) Name one thing their parents taught them.

Poise is everything. The way you are perceived by others dictates your own treatment so you must always present yourself to your best advantage. Never give anything away - not your respect, not your disdain, certainly never your opinion - and you will never find yourself in another's debt.

29) What recurring dreams do they have?

No surprise, but Solona is frequently beset by demons. She is like catnip to them: proud, ravenous, bitter, jealous ... and so very afraid. She frequently has lucid dreams which often (though not always) have a demon at the center of them. Most of them revolve around her aspirations: becoming Grand Enchanter and then breaking from the Chantry is a big one. And then of course, there are the Archdemon nightmares. But of her normal dreams, the most common one is "waking up" in a field of wild flowers. Sometimes she's alone, sometimes she's lying next to Heulwen or her mother. That one becomes less common during/after the Blight, but when it does come back the person she's lying next to is always Alistair (or one time that woke her in a cold sweat - Jowan).

[trippinsorrows]

imagine solona did a suprise birthday party for roman! he would lose his shit😭

i---

this would be something 😭

i feel like on one hand, he'd play 'nice' i.e. however 'nice' roman can get, that is, because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings and can see she put a lot of work into it.

however, he'd be a fucking menace if they asked him to say something, talking about, 'i hate half of you, don't know the rest or want to know the rest of you, but solana wanted me to say something, so there's that' 😭😭😭😭

and don't let jimmy and jey ass get drunk 😭😭😭

[anakliro]

Name: Garrett Hawke

Title(s): Champion of Kirkwall Class/Specialization: Mage/Force magic, Elemental Magic, Telekinesis Traits: communicative, charismatic, willful Virtue(s): valor, justice, liberality Vice(s): intemperance, wrath, Martin Eden syndrome Jungian archetype: Rebel Tarot arcana: Tower

Favorite location(s): Kirkwall outskirts, Western approach, Lothering Chantry Soundrack: "LUSI", Offer Nissim & Nasrin Kadri

Habit(s): skin picking, singing out loud, reciting poetry whenever alone Fear(s): being replaced, fighting in vain, loss of loved ones and self Closest circle: Varric, Aveline, Solona, Carver, Alistair, Isabela Romance: ???

Misc:

Really likes romantic poetry. Ballads, short poems imbued with deep passion, yearning and desire. Has a preference for a succinct, striking manner of writing, rather than the one that builds up over time.

Tried his hand at writing, wasn’t exactly good at it until he actually was, but he keeps his poems locked up in a drawer. His poetry is not everyone’s cup of tea, but someone with a taste for sharp and straightforward word-weaving would certainly find it to their liking. Hawke doesn’t take his hobby and himself as a poet seriously, though.

He isn’t the reader type, his curiosity is rare and selective, but he’s the one to swallow and obsess over a topic of interest, whenever he finds one.

Likes gentle people. Likes being taken care of. It’s not easy for him to feel safe and calm, so he overcompensates it by assuming this fierce stance and providing safety and ultimate protection to others. Is the type of person who people assume don’t need comforting. And he usually doesn’t, but still.

Despite his temperament, has quite a lot of patience. Has an insane capacity for love.

Likes the smell of vetiver and blood lotus.

Walks fast.

Has a big nose, and whenever Hawke is about to sneeze, Carver would say “just don’t blow me away, now”.

[blackbirdffxiv]

Hello. I'm new to modding my WoL and is Xiv archive the only place where I can find outfits for my WoL? I've been looking but most are paid on patron or Kofi and I can't afford to spare money :(

Unfortunately at the moment, besides XMA and heliosphere, there's no real obvious source for mods besides modders who put their content in discord or trello (mostly because they don't want to use XMA). I have my opinions on the state of modding these days but with how volatile the topic can get, I'm choosing not to comment on it.

I can, however, recommend some creators who do frequently release free mods. Bear in mind, I main a fem-based character, so my mods are aimed to models that use a fem-based body model (such as bibo, YAB, muse, etc)

These are some of my go-to for modders who, while do paid work, also release their work for free at some point, or even release free mods right out of the gate.

Also a note: if a creator uses YAB/YaRue/Lavabod/LaRue, they are obligated to release paid mods after a max period of 3 months, so always expect YAB-based mods to be free at some point (Aleks HAS been very clear about this and does not play around)

Liability - More for gothic attire, but caters to MULTIPLE body morphs for both bibo AND TBSE; their mods are usually only paywalled for 2-3 months before going free.

Solona - Solona mods mainly for bibo-based bodies, and at one point did paid mods exclusively for charity; after retiring and then returning, they now only do "paid" early access a la boosting their discord server. Their "paid" mods are usually locked behind nitro for at most a week before being put out for free. They primarily upload to heliosphere. Solona has also been updating their popular older works for Dawntrail.

Miette - Miette is a paid modder but she ALWAYS releases at least 3 free mods from her patreon a month for free (basically every month she puts three mods on her patreon, and then puts three out for free). Every month you're guaranteed at least one hair mod and two outfits for YAB, but she also allows ports to other bodies so expect some creator to possibly pick it up. Miette has been slowly going back as well to update their older works to work with Dawntrail, some even having dual-dyability after the update.

Alee - Like the creators above, Alee is a paid modder, BUT uses YAB-based bodies, so they always put at least 1-2 outfits out per month. They not only cater to fem-presenting bodies, but also use MUSE with AFAB/AMAB options for further customization. They've also been updating their older mods to work with Dawntrail.

Reiry - Reiry does the occasional port but does a lot of vanilla mashups, meaning they are free right out of the gate. While I don't use many vanilla mashups, I personally like a lot of their works for the aesthetics and think they do amazing work.

Cammy - Another vanilla mashup modder; I honestly fell in love with Cammy's work after they created their "Constellation" dress; they primarily mod for tall fems, but I like how they create such unique outfits with vanilla models.

Thornguts - Thornguts primarily works on masc-based models but some of their vanilla mashups as of late has honestly been making me want to get into modding a male character; also I cannot deny I am an absolute simp for the aesthetics they're putting out.

Chaosgremlin - Chaosgremlin has been absolutely killing it recently with cosmetic mods; they frequently put out not only makeup mods but eyebrow/eyelash retextures, eye textures, port hair, etc. And all of it for free; the only payment they take are for commissions and tips/donations. And to top it all off; their cosmetic mods are also made with POC/dark-skinned characters in mind

Khloris - Khloris is a vanilla-mashup creator I've recently been getting into; they make a lot of fem-based mods that are your typical cutesy/pastel lolita-doll aesthetic, but no less impressive to look at.

There's FAR more creators out there who do release mods for free, or who freely mod entirely, but these are just some of the ones I use and go to; I highly encourage other folks to tag in other creators who mod for free/do free releases as well if you know of any.

[savingthrcw]

may be used as a test muse page / 'only writing them if requested' muses page because I'm not making them a set of links like for the others but I'd love to write them: Lily Tabris, Ellana Lavellan and Solona Amell

okay but also I just want to say that I have a few other Dragon Age ladies that I love with all my heart, one of them being the city elf warrior Lily Tabris whom I'd love to write again, who was ferocious and too blunt and considered letting Denerim's human side burn (okay Alistair can stay close to her but he's on thin ice) (absolutely jumped on Zevran but also didn't know wtf to do when he got romantic first) (keeps the ring of the elf she was supposed to marry who died trying to uselessly save her when she was easily slaying the entire palace, it's a reminder that human nobles who are in charge of alienages should all be ripped to pieces). Her entire backstory is filled with things that are common triggers in rp so yeah. Complicated because she doesn't skirt away from the topics, she literally told the King she had just met that she had murdered a noble who had all intentions of r*ping her and her friends (see the triggering part) and left him speechless, that's the kind of person she is. Also a bit racist against humans, given the situation, but if one proves himself to be kind, like Alistair, she will not extend that to him, so maybe racist isn't the right word, maybe it's... prejudiced against a race that enslaves hers, but open to the fact that some humans have nothing to do with it? Difficult to get along with if you don't like people who are that blunt, and also won't keep to herself her disagreement. DESPITE EVERYTHING she still tries to help people, tries to save Connor (sends Morrigan after asking her if she can do it), saves the mages in the Circle, pushes Alistair to be king so he can make a change, kills Loghain herself. Later she'd be fighting for Elves rights all over Thedas. Very quiet and pissed off Warden Commander because Zevran apparently was busy elsewhere and when left by herself she reverts to grumpy as hell. Got the entire team to help. Will show up in DA2 to check on Anders despite him not being an elf because she's loyal to people who have fought with her. Will show up in DAI because she was contacted by Alistair who told her about weird Callings for all Wardens and wanted to look into it. There since Haven. LILY HEADCANONS.

Ellana Lavellan, Inquisitor, would write her if I could remember ALL the specific events of Inquisition and if I had gotten to know all characters in other gameplays but she's my one and only inquisitor. If I ever do this will be her only introduction: absolutely made me think of Buffy when telling Corypheus to f*ck off and basically making a mountain of snow fall on them, flirted with Dorian so hard before finding out the truth and deciding he was her best friend (they can flirt anyway) so he gets privileges, doesn't mention for one second her clan and her grief when it gets wiped out so people are Concerned about what's up, romanced Cullen (step away from the Lyrium, buddy), all cute with him which goes from awkward flirting to jumping his bones, made Varric best friend number two, Solan was best friend number three and she wants to save him but if she can't she's going to kill him and also god does she feel betrayed, took Cole under her wing, sided with mages because she's a Dalish elf mage okay, she's still trying to figure out if Cassandra likes her,

Blackwall's betrayal also hurt her but... eh. Could've been worse. She feels they all did sh*t in their pasts. Which blatantly means she did sh*t she told no one about. She still doesn't know if Cassandra likes her (she does). Gets a little too along with Iron Bull. She absolutely did sh*t in her past. She hasn't told anyone about that yet. Was kept in a Dalish-version of prison for being a tremendous assh*le who stole and started fights and a problem child, got kicked out, was given another chance with the conclave because an aunt who has a soft spot for her punk niece decides to bring her and show her she can be more than a little criminal, but then what happens next changes her, and all the responsibilities put on her made her attitude shift very quickly into responsible leader. Basically your typical 'trying to be heroic and do the right thing with mild sarcasm and complaints' hero who turns out to have a crazy past they hardly ever mention. She couldn't bond with Vivienne because there really wasn't much time. She didn't bond with Sera because she's not very prank-y and she's an elf who takes offense to anyone who has anything to say about elves. She accidentally hardened Leliana??? she thought Leliana was already like that?? ELLANA HEADCANONS.

Solona Amell, babe, human mage, she was having the time of her life even in the circle, didn't listen to a word they said about not wanting mages to have strong bonds with each other, is basically a puppy in human form, loves everything. Impossibly strong for no reason except that I used mods to play with her so she's like the angel of death or something, shakes a hand and all the enemies go down. she's basically Sandal in that aspect, all innocence and death. I may actually write her as a bonus character if someone wants some ridiculousness /unrealistic death power. Only wasn't killed during the Harrowing (quickest Harrowing ever) because she had no reason to use her full power before so the Circle doesn't know. She is 10000% creepy, because you know someone who can extend a hand and knock out/kill all enemies around her (and not lose a wink of sleep over murder in general) should not be acting all cute and sweet. Doesn't judge anyone, finds them all so curious and funny. human may be a stretch. Can also be used as occasional companion if we have threads with one of my other Wardens. To avoid ending the war and plots immediately, she can't constantly use her kill-all power but only once every 12 hours. SOLONA HEADCANONS.

My baby Neria from this blog in her official outfit

Elyssa Cousland, not writing her because there is not enough writing material: doesn't want to be anybody's hero, spends nearly the entire time covered in blood, she's just trying to avenge her entire family, she doesn't hardens the characters but real talk, Alistair is the one who un-hardens her (she marries him and makes them king and queen). May have flirted with Leliana to keep herself from thinking of Alistair and then things got awkward. Very close to Morrigan for no reason whatsoever. Way too pretty.

[inquisimer]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO For dadwc, Can I get Amell/Alistair "He is half of my soul, as the poets say"?????????

thank you ed!! this ended up more Amell & Anora, with Amell/Alistair mentioned, though not insignificantly. It just felt like Solona would do better expressing that feeling to literally anyone other than Alistair, lmfao.

wc: 625

for @dadrunkwriting

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“So your prince will stay a Warden.” Anora’s face was unreadable, hands clasped at the small of her back as she looked out over the smoldering rubble of Denerim. Every muscle in Solona’s body ached, her skin and bones battle weary, but she forced herself to stand tall at the queen’s side.

“He was never a prince to me,” she said with a soft smile. “Not in the sense that you mean it, at least.”

Anora snorted. “He was never really a prince in the sense that I mean it, either.”

“No, I suppose not. But I would have thought the decision would please you.”

“Oh, it does.” Anora’s canny gaze fixed on Solona from the corner of her eye. “I was simply surprised. It would have afforded you far more leverage had you placed Alistair on the throne in any capacity. Not to mention you risk the ire of Arl Eamon—a powerful man.”

“Bit of a prat though,” Solona muttered, not quite low enough as the corners of Anora’s eyes crinkled with mirth. She cleared her throat and swallowed a sigh.

“Perhaps if I were as power-hungry as they say, that would have been the course to chart. But I never wanted any slice of your throne. I didn’t even want the power afforded by the circumstances at Ostagar; I simply had no choice.”

“And yet you would not cede it now.”

Solona scowled. “That’s complicated. If I could implicitly trust the person on the receiving end? In a heartbeat. But I’ve given blood and sweat and soul to see peace restored. There are precious few I trust implicitly anymore.”

“Of which Alistair is one.”

“Yes.” The fringe of Solona’s bangs fluttered as she huffed. “But, and this may be hard for you to conceptualize, surrounded by power-hungry men as you are: Alistair does not want the power you wield. More than that, he actively abhors the thought of it.”

She wrapped her fingers around the grimy marble banister and sighed. “After everything we’ve given, after all we’ve survived…I could not do that to him, even if I wanted to. Not only would it crush him, it would be the end of us. How could he stay with someone who looked his wishes dead in the eye and said ‘that matters less than what I want’?”

“I thought Wardens were meant to put the world ahead of themselves.”

“Wardens are also meant to stay out of politics,” Solona retorted. “And it’s defeating the Blight, not the entire world.”

“So it is.” A smile cracked through Anora’s impassive mask and she relaxed, turning to face Solona properly. “Have you reconsidered my offer? Whether you enjoy the Game or not, you know the steps. Implicitly, perhaps, but you would go far at my side in court.”

Risking offense, Solona let her displeasure wrinkle across her nose. “I do not have to be unskilled at a thing to know that I would not enjoy it.”

“The Game is not about enjoyment. It is a means to an end.”

“I am not interested in the ends,” Solona shrugged. “And unless you have reconsidered my counter, we remain at an impasse.”

“You would not be parted from your lover? However brief a time, however fruitful an advantage?”

“There is no advantage that compares to his presence,” Solona answered simply. “And the time we have left is brief enough without spending it parted.”

“Then I shall see you when business dictates, Grey Warden.” Anora held out a hand and Solona clasped her by the wrist, the firm grip of equals and a mutual understanding between the two most powerful women in the country. They stood together, even as they parted ways.

“That you will, Your Majesty. That you will.”

[do-mkokoro]

[ IkeVil OCs p1]

Some Ikemen Villains OCs that I drew for my friends! I had fun with intepreting their vibes from what was described and picking the palette for the girls in accordance to their mamas’ designs~ Also some of them have curses and special abilities of their own.

(Artist note is the info I got from reading their stories, not actual word for word description from their mamas!)

More brief info about them below.

1. Stacy Matthews (mama: Miko)

-LI: Alfons Sylvatica

-Curse: The little mermaid - The little mermaid

-Artist note: She is a playful gal who likes cute things and is on a journey of healing after traumatic experiences, while being an occasional castle caretaker at Crown. I hope for the best in her story bc she’s been through a lot of emotional negligence and physical abuse from the past… She deserves all the love and care in the world. 🥲

2. Emily Morris (mama: Anna)

-LI: Harrison Gray

-Curse: none (actually the rare attribute here 🤣)

-Artist note: A police officer who’s also the childhood friend of Harrison, seeking to pursue justice for her dear friend’s sake. She used to be timid and shy, but the pain of having to see the one she loves suffer had encouraged her to become braver, so she can finally be capable of protecting him. Also the one who inspired me to step into the ikevil OC hole haha!

3. Sona Sibera (mama: Solona)

-LI: William Rex

-Curse: The pied piper of Hamelin - The pied piper

-Artist note: On the outside, Sona is the reserved and composed musician (hehe) at the same theatre as Liam. But she can also carry out Crown’s missions in the most efficient manner possible without unnecessary losses. However, as composed as Sona is, if one strucked a nerve, she can become merciless and cruel as a person can be.

4. Maya Syn (mama: Sy)

-LI: Liam Evans

-Curse: The snow queen - The snow queen

-Artist note: She is very adept at combat, and the curse of freezing her surroundings definitely maximizes the effectiveness of taking down opponents, even the guys at Crown aren’t a match. Despite the brute force and sheer power she has, Maya is fairly friendly and easy to make acquaintance with. That aspect made it hard to believe that she’s quite detached from almost all of her interpersonal connections.

[ruiningsalads]

Happy Friday! How about: Rainy day for Amell and Cullen?

I have been wanting to play around with this pairing for a while :)

additional thanks to @carnalapples for the prompt. for @dadrunkwriting

this was a very nice fluffy drabble to write.

Solona leaned against the windowsill, her nose very nearly pressed against the glass as she watched the cascade of rain outside. None of the windows opened, a fact which especially bothered her now. The Tower felt more and more like a tightening noose with each passing month. What she wouldn't give to feel the rain on her face, to smell the damp earth, to feel the mud between her toes...

Vague memories drifted at the edge of her mind, blurry recollections from her brief life before the Circle. As a small child, she danced in the rain while her blossoming magic swelled around her. Pockets of rain coalesced into watery duplicates of herself, all dancing with the same carefree wonder as their creator.

The memory faded, leaving her aching with longing. What she wouldn't do to feel the rain on her skin again.

A gauntleted hand entered her field of view, offering her a handkerchief. The templar's presence wasn't a surprise -- such was life at the Circle, after all -- but when had she started crying? She accepted the cloth with a watery smile and dabbed at her eyes. Out of anyone who could have seen her cry, she was glad it was Cullen. He was always kind to her.

"I don't think the plants need any more watering," he joked with a tentative smile.

She chuckled despite herself. "No, I suppose not." Her gaze returned to the window and her smile faded. "I was just... I miss being in the rain."

"Really?" He frowned out at the inclement weather. "It's not terribly pleasant."

"I haven't been outside in many years. I would welcome the unpleasant weather if it meant feeling the wind on my face again."

When she offered his handkerchief back to him, he waved her off. "Keep it. For now, at least. I, ah... I have duties elsewhere. You'll be alright?"

His concern -- genuine, from the soft expression he wore -- touched her. She nodded and turned her gaze back outside as he retreated.

Some time later, she wasn't sure if it was minutes or hours, he returned. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking. "Mistress Amell. I am to escort you on an urgent errand for the Circle."

A tired sigh gusted out of her. More than likely, one of her seniors wanted her to carry a note from one library to another. But when she stood and faced Cullen, she noticed how he fidgeted nervously. "Are you alright, ser?"

He cleared his throat again. "Me? Yes. I just don't look forward to going into the rain in this armor."

Several heartbeats passed before his words registered in her mind. "Into the rain?" Hope surged within her, hot and bright. "Truly?"

A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Yes. As it turns out, there is a rare flower that only blooms in the rain. Or, at least that's what Greagoir believes."

More tears welled in her eyes, but this time, they were out of gratitude. She would get to go outside! It took all of her self-control not to skip through the halls on their way to the main door, but Cullen's chuckle told her that perhaps she wasn't hiding her excitement quite as well as she thought.

And when those massive doors swung open, and she was allowed to step outside at long last... She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the rain wash over her as the doors clanged shut behind them. It was cold and made her sodden robes cling uncomfortably to her skin, but it was also wonderful. The smell of wet earth and growing things and life filled her nose, bringing more flashes of memory from a time long past.

Someone in her family -- her mother, perhaps? -- loved to garden. She remembered being held by someone warm and loving who smelled like earth and plants. A half-remembered song about herbs drifted through her mind, sung by a beautiful voice she hadn't heard in years.

If she wept, the rain didn't tell. It simply cascaded down her body to pool in the mud at her feet.

The song crescendoed from the depths of her memory -- savory, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Her body moved with the phantom melody, dancing to the song only she could hear. Her magic, as if reacting to her undiluted joy, surged from her. Suddenly, there were figures made of rain dancing around her, all similar to her in appearance save for their clothes. Instead of sodden robes, they wore elegant gowns that rippled as they danced around her in a circle.

As she moved, Solona recalled more of the song. It spoke of impossible tasks, like creating a shirt without sewing and then washing it in a well that had run dry, all to prove their love to the singer. Suddenly, she paused and looked over at Cullen, who watched with an expression of sheer wonder.

The rain had already soaked him through. His sodden curls were plastered to his head, his face pink from the cold. But instead of looking uncomfortable, his face was filled with a different emotion, one that made her heart flutter.

Getting a mage out of the Tower was, in a way, an impossible task. He had lied to his superiors just so that she could feel the rain. He risked so much, just for her.

The watery dancers dissipated as her magic released its grip. Feeling as though fate itself pulled her along, she approached Cullen. He didn't move, but his eyes remained locked on her as she drew nearer.

"You're beautiful." His words were hoarse, as though he had gone a very long while without speaking.

Solona wasn't sure who moved first. She might have leaned up onto her tiptoes, or he might have dipped his head, or perhaps they moved at the same time; but their lips crashed together in a storm wrought from years of quiet companionship, gentle flirting, and something else -- something that wrapped around her heart and wouldn't ever let go.

The rain carried away the burden of a mage loving a templar. For a moment, they were just two people answering the music of their hearts.

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

Hallo beloved! you know who I haven't heard about in a long time? Solona! Could she and Anders get into some worrisome hijinks with a bit of [ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

pretty please? 🥺

helloooo love! ty for the prompt! some Solona Amell & Anders, cw: blood, blood-magic

for @dadrunkwriting

The last of the darkspawn fell to the arrow lodged in its throat. When he was sure it wasn’t going to get up again, Anders stepped over it into the next room. 

The silence that followed was incongruous, broken only by the hiss of cold wind around the bones of the farmhouse. 

Dust and detritus covered the floor, scuffed with footprints. The smell of wet wood and decay filled Anders’ nose as he picked his way around weather-rotted furniture to the back rooms.

The first thing Anders realized as he moved down the hall was that there were no voices. The templar that had led them here in search of a renegade mage—one they meant to rescue—had said there was a trap door in a storage room, and Solona had gone with him. The darkspawn had attacked from the fallow field behind the abandoned lot, and Solona hadn’t come back. Anders had a sick feeling, holding his breath until he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He shouldered the door open at the end of the hall, the coppery tang of blood making his nose tingle.

“Solona?” he called. 

She didn’t answer, but the sun streamed in through the broken window on the north-facing wall, making a wan pool of wintry light in the center of the room. It glinted off silver armor, picked out the auburn in Solona’s hair and made it shine like fire, and illuminated the lake of blood on the floor. 

The Warden-Commander was standing over the body of the templar, her arms limp at her side. A knife was in her right hand and a slow trickle of red seeped from her exposed arm, sliding down the pale, freckled skin and dripping to the wooden beams at her feet. 

“He didn’t remember me,” she said at last, because Anders was still standing in the doorway staring. 

Anders looked at the templar again and her words fell into place easily enough. His throat felt dry and a sharp pang of hatred and anger lanced through his chest. 

“Your face was the last thing he saw,” Anders told her firmly, stepping into the room at last. The floor was sticky and slick, but he made his way to her. 

“Once—” She stopped, her voice hitching briefly. When she spoke again, it was more of a hiss. “Once was not enough.” The hand holding the dagger was trembling.

Anders wasn’t going to try to take it away from her or heal the cut on her arm. They’d learned long ago that Solona’s own spirit wanted no other to care for her wounds.

He could, at least, comfort her. Practical gear was something Solona insisted on. Tevinter-style robes might look pretty, but they were lacking as armor and insufficient in cold weather. Solona herself, though, never wore anything with thick sleeves, nothing that she couldn’t shuck quickly or cut through to get to her flesh with a blade.

Anders shrugged his own coat off, ignoring the prickle of gooseflesh that stung his arms. He moved closer until she could see his face, until he could meet her eyes before he gently draped it over her shoulders. 

It made her look small, almost waifish. Her face was ashen, her blue-gray eyes feverish, auburn hair stuck to her forehead beneath a tacky smear of blood. 

“He didn’t remember me,” she told him again, like she’d forgotten telling him a moment before.

Anders swallowed around the knot in his throat and carefully put an arm around her. “He’s dead now,” was the most comforting thing there was to say. The only thing that really mattered. 

Solona said nothing for a moment. Then the dagger in her hand slid back into the sheath on her opposite arm and she leaned forward and spit across the ravaged, blood-stained face of the dead templar. Anders felt the tug of the Fade around them seconds before the corpse erupted in flames. 

“I want them all,” she whispered. 

“So do I,” Anders told her. And she finally let him guide her out of the burning room. 

[justabrowncoatedwench]

#4 and #12 for the hype questions?

4. What does your worldstate look like going into DAV?

I have several worldstates and no "true" canon, but I'm always happy to talk about them all! I'll answer you with the one I'm planning to play first, since I imagine that's what's most interesting to hear about.

My very first Warden was Solona Amell; she romanced Alistair and kept him a Warden with her. The Hawke that followed her, her cousin, was my purple rogue Daylen Hawke-Amell (he took up the family name when he got the Estate back) - Bethany became a Warden - and he dallied with Isabela before getting into a relationship with Anders. Unfortunately, he (and I) was totally blind sided by what Anders was up to and broke up with the mage but didn't kill him before siding with the mages against the Templars in the final confrontation.

Poor Daylen subsequently was left in the Fade by Inquisitor Tanith Trevelyan, a former Circle mage, who romanced Cullen and made Leliana Divine. Tanith vowed to redeem Solas after he saved her life by taking her hand in Trespasser. She disbanded the Inquisition and retired to Ferelden with Cullen where they help Templars leave lyrium addition and the Order behind. By 9:54 (beginning of DAV), they have 3 children, a son, Nathan, and twin girls, Haven & Hope.

My first Rook will be Tanith's younger brother, Alvaro, an ex-Templar who journeyed to Rivain to connect with their mother's roots after Trespasser and joined the Lords of Fortune. He's a sword-and-board warrior by training.

12. What's one thing you're hoping we DON'T see in this next game?

What an interesting question! I really hope they let Cullen rest finally (I suspect they will, what with everything that happened with Greg Ellis).

I'm a little worried about how they'll handle the elves, in general, particularly the Creators vs the modern elves, since the elves are rooted in Jewish, Romani, and indigenous inspiration (as stated by the devs since DAO) and the whole "Evanuris were actually slavers" schtick is, uh, easily fumble-able let's say, without making any sweeping assertions on whether or not it was fumbled in DAI and the tie-in media since. (I'm not interested in litigating such a complex issue in a short ask answer like this one.)

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If you'd like to ask me a question as we get hype for Dragon Age: The Veilguard, here's the list!

[sarasa-cat]

The one almost-complete timeline that contains at least three of the games (technically all four, but...) is my Shadow Before Me / This Bird Has Flown timeline.

This contains my non-compliant canon for Origins that does all sorts of weird things with Alistair (he leaves, he returns at the very end) and uses Karma's companions to recruit Cullen into the Warden's merry band of misfits which is led by an epic disaster warden: Keres Amell.

She grew out of three things: (1) ideas from a kinkmeme or gift promp for a Solona Amell/Cullen story, (2) my actual playthrough of a Karma's companions run of DAO, (3) my deeeeeep desire way back in 2011-2012 to completely revoice Alistair and remove all of the Joss+Buffyverse speak that Gaider obviously put into Alistair (and recently admitted but lol, dude, obvious is obvious). That lives in my draft called "This Bird Has Flown" which ... idk if I ever posted bits of it?

Early in the pandemic (or maybe pre-pandemic) decided I wanted to have a f!mage!Hawke/Fenris run but never got around to doing more than the initial few hours of Act 1. Vespertine Hawke is still sitting around in the Hanged Man... ;)

Solenne Rozina Trevelyan is the only Inquisitor who I have taken through to the end of the game. She romanced Cullen. All of that happened nearly a decade ago. I really like that character despite my issues with how the inquisitor is voiced.

And....

I don't exactly have a Rook for this timeline.

I mean, I kind of have one-- Zia Aldwir (rogue, veiljumper) is technically using my Trevelyan's world but Zia is a group creation and a bit more of my partner's character to be honest. Zia is temporarily on hold until 2025 due to various holiday reasons (Zia lives on my PS5, not on my steamdeck+PC).

I'm leaving this space open for The Rook Who Eventually Emerges because his/her/their themes fit the themes of this timeline.

My Shadow Before Me / This Bird Has Flown timeline has some thematic overlap with my A History Of Lies timeline. In truth, it took me a while to disentangle them whenever they wanted to merge. While both are heavy on mage/templar and mage/power themesm the key difference in the stories (that i have drafted and outlined, and in some cases partially posted) are this:

Shadows Before Me/This Bird Has Flown: Very much about people falling apart. Set amongst mages, ex-templars, and power that slips through one's fingers like a handful of sand. People. Falling apart. Messy.

A History of Lies: Very much about history. If Thedas was a real place, it would be Historiographic Metafiction without a doubt. Instead, it is metafiction about Thedas. But also mages. Templars. Power. (And for reference: AHOL is my Neria Surana/Alistair, Mari Hawke/Cullen/Merrill; Merrillquisitor/Solas; and Fausta Mercar who has been flirty flirty with Neve).

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 18 “I’m fine.”                        

| Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

Another day for @juneofdoom, and a changed as it's a short break from TVDs and hurting Elijah Mikaelson.

The new dragon age hype had brought me back so here's a little of my multi warden/Hawke/inquisitor fic.

Dragon age origins.

Introducing

Solona Amell, the youngest of a marcher noble family, too pretty for her own good and too angry and smart for anyone else’s. The spirit healer that hid her abilities out of spite.

Alim Surana, the alienage elf, conceived in the tower and left in the care of his grandmother before he ended up in the same tower. The moral compass of the three from the outside but really the one with the least morals. The natural Blood mage.

And of course our beloved suffering Jowan.

Anti circle, anti Templar, anti Irving.

Warnings for sexual assault, kidnapping, abuse, murder and description of disembowelment.

—-------------

They had a system in the tower, between the three of them, a code of sorts.

“Are you alright?” The pair of the ask Solona expecting the worst after they had overheard some of the Templars speaking of bedding the tall apprentice.

“I'm Alright.” Solona grins with to many teeth

She had been warned, she knew it was coming.

It would be alright, eventually.

She would use it, she had heard Gregor complain about his Templars going for younger apprentices, she at least looked older than her thirteen.

--

“Are you alright?” Solona asks when he manages to escape one of the new Templars, because of a distraction caused by Jowan.

I'm alright.” Alim says fingers touching the bleeding cuts on his still pointed ears.

It would be alright, eventually.

They'll heal, he could ignore them.

--

“Are you alright?” Alim asks when Jowan returns from a punishment he took for Alim. They knew the new Templar in charge of punishments this month was harsher on Elves.

I'm alright.” Jowan smiles at him, rolling his shoulders.

It would be alright, eventually.

Lashes string and scar but they’re temporary.

--

“Are you alright?” They asked each other at the same time, pile of dented and broken armour at the bottom of the stairs.

They would have ignored him if he hadn't preferred the younger girls, taken dragged Jowan from bed one night for the same reason.

If he wasn't the last seen with six year old Kenith before he was found dead in his bed the next morning.

If he hadn't started to target Alim the same way.

“Alright.” They reply, laughing slightly.

Solona takes the blame using her race, gender, nobility, her place as one of Irving's star pupils and closeness to Gregor, to lessen the punishment, the joys of leverage.

Jowan's sixteen, Solona and Alim are fourteen and they just killed a man, it was alright, they made it so.

--

“Are you alright?” Jowan asks when he notices Alim is quiet on their return from the private lessons with Irving.

“I'm fine.” he tells Jowan, sharper than he planned.

 Solona always had a darker view of the tower. Why wouldn't she be unsurprised by this.

Jowan throws an arm over his shoulder and Sol leans against the other side.

It was always clear that Irving was training them to be his replacement, but he had thought that meant the other would stay to assist.

No Irving couldn't allow split loyalty, whoever won and was picked the other would be sent to another circle.

This wasn't something he could use, this was knowing even playing the rules he was going to lose them eventually.

--

“Are you alright?” Alim asks the first time the Rite of Tranquility is fully explained to them.

“Alright.” Solona says and Alim tries to ignore the almost want in her eyes.

“F-fine.” Jowan stutters, without thinking they shift to press him between them.

It was clear who the talk was aimed at, not Irving’s star pupils but the unfortunate third of the group, who next to Solona's unnaturally large mana reserve and Alim's unnatural gift at near perfecting everything they're taught within weeks, fell behind.

This wasn't something he could ignore.

--

“Sol?’ Jowan’s voice wakes Alim.

“Are you alright?” 

Solona is silent for a moment, as they stare at her, it's been months since the Templars had taken her to the higher levels, the only reason they knew she was still alive was news from Wynne Jowan had managed to get.

The last of Alim's respect for Irving had died when he asked and got told not to concern himself and to use the time to his advantage to over take her in their studies.

“I'm fine.” she tells them softly, before climbing into the bed.

It's difficult to fit them all in one apprentice bed now, Alim’s average for an elf his age but neither Jowan and Solona, both tall humans but they make it work.

Solona’s in the centre and neither of them say a thing when she curls around her stomach.

It wasn't hard to work out what happened, just before Anders last escape, nine months ago, they had been using each other, Anders for a distraction from Karl was transferred and Solona for her first choice.

She was a child when they stole her, she was barely more than a child when they stole hers.

It wasn't something she could move one from, it was permanent.

--

“Are you alright?” Jowan asks when Alim wakes up from his harrowing.

“I'm” Alim paused for a moment the words of the strange man in the fade echoing around his head giving him a headache. “ Alright.” He finishes with a smile.

He would be as long as he had the pair of them.

--

“Are you alright?” One of the wardens ask the pair of them on the way to Highever, for Duncan to pick up another recruit.

“Fine.” They reply in sync, they were missing a part of themselves, Jowan had betrayed, lied, left them behind and he was out there alone.

What was alright about that?

Because things could become alright but they were never fine in the tower.

—--

“Are you alright?”

Jowan blinks at the person in front of his cell door.

And laughs.

--

“You’ ‘right?” The drunken dwarf, Oghren asks.

Solona’s hand is pressed flat on her stomach to stop her insides from slipping out from the tear the Darkspawn’s horn had opened, she raises an eyebrow at him and laughs.

--

“Are you alright?” someone in camp asks Alim, their face blurry from his exhaustion.

He looks at Jowan passed out of the floor, Solona being led away by her lovers; the bastard prince and Lady Cosland the younger.

He looks at the dalish hunter turned Warden placing desperate kisses on the recent darkspawn returned to elf through sheer will, blood magic and spirit healing.

Three illegal barely more than teenage mages just did what the chantry claimed was impossible.

He laughs.