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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years ago

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ooo hugs!!! maybe 33? 👀

See, the one thing about having an OC that is generally taller than their partner is that I can play with these types of things for DAYS! >:D

So, introducing, the one thing I'm sure most people have been waiting for, HAPPY FANE! *throws confetti and flowers around* (well, sorta, kinda! >:3)

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It was sometimes difficult to remember what he fought for when the world seemed to inch closer and closer to the edge of decay and corruption, the dirt cracked, the sky held back. It was sometimes unbearable to endure when pain colored everything in shades of grey and shades of red. Most notably, that pain was the worst when Fane had to face a dragon; one of his own. It was even worse when it were multiple at a time.

The bridge to Judicael's Crossing was finally completed after weeks of minor setbacks. The scaffolding dilemma, the integrity of the main foundation making it difficult to replicate the upper walkway, and the weather, snow squalls and nipping winds chilling Inquisition workers to their bones. Thankfully, the crew tasked with reparations had prevailed, and that was where Fane found himself now; across the frozen stone and into the lair, or rather, lairs of three dragons.

He hadn't ordered anyone to mobilize into the area nor did he group together his own party. No, he went alone, unafraid and unhindered, across the freshly repaired bridge, hearing the calls, the cries, of his kin. Even in their frenzied states, if he was careful, cautious, and aware, then they wouldn't attack him on principle. Dragons knew what their nature truly was, even when madness and fear gripped their minds and their hearts so tightly, so fiercely. So, he had gone across without anybody, without Solas, even. Fane knew his sky would probably be miffed, but there was something...calling to him, and it wasn't something he could let lay.

It was why he was now traversing the inner workings of one of the ancient 'stadiums' of the Crossing, the paths narrow for his broad frame, the stone echoing with the fall of his boots. He had heard the 'call' from within the grey granite, even from across the bridge, so he had let curiosity take hold and lead him towards its end.

"I hear it..", Fane whispered to the air, breath condensing from the frigid air that neither bothered or worried him. He pressed a hand against the cool surface of a wall, closing his eyes to hone in on what he could only describe as a 'beat', a gentle 'dum dum dum'. "..It's faint, but it's a heart beat."

Fane let his hand slide down the stone as he reopened his eyes, turning his head to look down the passageway. It was dark, dank, crumbling with ice caking the edges of the stone to where it shimmered from the torch he was holding, but none of that frightened him. He had walked miles in the dark, crimson flames flickering in the distance of his mind until they blazed into an inferno, burning his memories to ash, fueling his actions to incinerate anything and everything without his consent, without his knowledge, so ice reflecting orange hues and shadows dancing upon chipped walls was nothing to him.

"It's further in.", Fane said aloud, readjusting his grip on the torch so he wouldn't drop it. He may have walked into darkness all his life, but he still couldn't see past its sturdy veil without proper lighting. It wouldn't do for him to drop his only source of it. "Maybe her nest is deeper?", he questioned as he slowly began to walk down the corridor, keeping his free hand skimming along the stone to detect the whisper of a beat.

Fane was just about to descend a set of stairs when a deeper, softer, but familiar beat had him freezing in place, skimming hand pressing flat against the stone as his eyes went wide. That beat. He knew that beat!

"No..", he breathed out airily, pushing against the wall furiously to try and find that same deep pulse of life, of kin again. "Where are you? Please, please.." He continued to press, skim, trail his fingers and palm along the stone before his actions halted again, but this time from something else.

A voice. A very familiar, albeit exasperated voice.

"Fane, what are you doing here?"

Fane blinked at lilt and silk, body still frozen in place, the beat of stone and heart forgotten as he turned his gaze to look over his shoulder. He sighed in both relief and defeat when he saw who had spoken, shadows dancing on regarding edges of a face he knew and loved all too well.

"Solas.", Fane sighed again, his body relaxing as he straightened himself to his full height, having slid down a bit to seek a beat that he could still hear in the back of his mind, in the deepest recesses of his soul. "What are you doing here?"

Solas stood several feet away, but Fane could see a light flush on the mage's cheeks, his nose, and the tips of his ears, but from the cold or a possible sprint, he didn't know. Though, the man's chest was rising and falling fairly quickly as if he had been running. Blue-grey took on an orange cast from the light of Fane's torch, making them look pale as the snow outside, but they were no less striking, no less annoyed with him, and his sky's voice held that same level of annoyance as it sounded again, bouncing off the walls delicately.

"I believe I asked that question first.", Solas reminded, arms crossed and stance reprimanding as blue eyes bore into his own. Surprisingly, no staff was present upon his back, and that made Fane smirk a little despite the situation he was in. The sky was clever, and deeply aware of the same thing he was.

Fane sighed when Solas' glare seemed to sharpen; the elf's foot tapping in aggravation, supposedly at his smirk or just the entire happening in general. He was in for it now, wasn't he? He was.

"You did.", Fane affirmed before letting his gaze wander back to the icy walls. He could still hear the beat, and his heart yearned to follow where it would crash. "I...hear one of my kin.", he admitted, glancing back to observe Solas' reaction and let out a tiny sigh when sharpness mellowed out, blue making more of an appearance in grey as graceful legs finally began to close the distance between them.

"I see.", Solas said, coming up to stand next to him but with a small frown. "And you did not come to me why?" The question held a hint of hurt, a hint of confusion in its dropped quality, making Fane grimace and let out a small growl, but not at his sky.

"I..", Fane started, heaving a heavy sigh as he tilted his head down to connect gazes more fiercely. Solas met it without flinching, expression no longer stern, merely curious and observing. "..don't really know.", he admitted once more, eyes going hooded. "I just heard the beat from across the bridge, and I..followed it."

Solas sighed softly. "I understand, Fane, but it..", he trailed off, the same flush from before reappearing and this time, Fane knew it wasn't from sprinting or mild anger.

Fane smiled a bit. "Frightened you?", he finished for the man, chuckling deeply when Solas only nodded, slender body shifting with uncommon embarrassment, but blue-grey never left him, sparkling like the palest of aquamarine. "I'm fine, Solas. More than fine actually because my curiosity paid off."

That was right. The beat he had heard just before the mage arrived was familiar to him and it meant something grand. It was faint, quiet, but that was how it was supposed to be. Most of his kin nowadays held a jagged edge to their drums of life, staccatos rushing towards the ending of a crescendo, so for him to be able to hear one fluttering, flying with grace and patience...that meant he was not the last.

He was not the last of his whitened kin. There was a white dragon here! There was! And that revelation nearly had Fane turning on his heel and sprinting down the stairs, the beat in the back of his mind picking up with his excitement, observing his emotions as it was supposed to!

Solas tilted his head, a tiny smile blooming across his lips. "Oh?", he uttered in question, obviously detecting a shift in his demeanor and coming a bit closer to where Fane was practically shuffling around. "Your discovery obviously has you excited, my dragon. Will you share that with me, at least?"

Fane nodded, feeling how the corner of his lips twitched with the want to smile. He felt...light, unburdened for once as his heart began to race along with the one he could hear whispering, 'I'm here. I'm here. Where are you?'

"I hear one of my kin.", Fane reiterated his statement from earlier, nearly laughing when Solas raised an eyebrow at him, but he was smiling a bit more, obviously basking in his uncommon excitement.

"So you had said earlier, but this seems--"

"One of my kin, my sky!", Fane exclaimed, voice wobbling with unbridled happiness and joy, laughter tickling it, warmth hugging its cool deepness. "A white dragon! There's one here, somewhere! I can hear them!" He felt so happy, so free, so hopeful! When was the last time he had felt so hopeful, not weighted down by the world's inevitable spiral due to corruption and the lack of beings needed to prevent such a spiral?!

Solas' eyes widened a bit. "You're certain?", he asked, the smile from before widening to where Fane felt his own do the same, his cheeks hurting from the action, but he didn't care! His kin! His kin was alive! They endured, someway, somehow!

Fane nodded, the tips of his hair brushing against his cheeks from the excitement coursing through him like liquid lava. "Yes! Here!", he said. With a quick movement, he grabbed a hold of Solas' wrist, bringing it to lay against the wall. There was no resistance to be had, the mage easily allowing him to take control, sky-like eyes gazing up at him with softness, tenderness, and all the love in the world. "Do you hear their heart?", he asked softly, biting into his bottom lip as he awaited the answer. He was so happy, so happy..

He hoped the sky would be happy, too. To have another dragon within its expanse.

Solas turned his gaze from his own slowly, reluctantly, a tender smile still on his face as he closed his eyes, blue and grey hidden from view as focus took hold. The pause was pregnant, unbearably long, but eventually, Fane saw it in the way elegant features brightened, went lax with quiet wonder, usually composed breath hitched with quiet excitement. The sky was happy, just as its dragon was! And as eyelids cracked open, blue holding sparks of joyous orange from the torch, Fane couldn't contain himself, couldn't contain the bubbling emotion of joy, of happiness, of jubilant static!

"I'm not the last, Solas. I thought I was the last..", Fane whispered shakily as he threw the torch down and practically threw his arms around Solas, lifting the elf off the ground with ease born of raw strength and an even stronger force; happiness.

Solas only let out a surprised grunt, but soon let out a fond, adoring chuckle, deftly wrapping his arms around Fane's neck and leaning all of his weight into him, which the other took easily and without a shred of protest. No scars, no pain, no agonizing dread could pierce the bastion of his joy at this moment! His kin was alive, alive and sane! It was the start of everything he had thus far worked towards, battling ignorance and narrow mindedness with the threat of insanity clicking in the depths of his soul, but now, now there was hope! Blinding hope, white hot hope!

A dragon's hope!

"Shall we go find them?", Solas asked tenderly, equally as tender fingers beginning to tickle the nape of his neck and the hairs that lined it, a smile to match Fane's own only ramping up his excitement.

Fane nodded happily and energetically as he leaned into lay a quick kiss to happily smiling lips before setting the mage down carefully. Solas chuckled fondly once more before reaching up to guide him back down, sealing their lips together more firmly this time, to which Fane reciprocated readily, sighing deeply through his nose and tilting his head just so to deepen the kiss immediately. He couldn't help it, he couldn't contain this wellspring of emotion, and neither could Solas from how Fane could feel their kiss quicken, grow with passion so them, so natural. And as nature dictated also, they had to part before long, their frenzied excitement literally renting their lungs of oxygen.

Fane still had a large smile plastered on his face as he pulled away, chest heaving with so much, but so was the sky's as blue and grey twinkled even in the dark corridor of a crumbling building. Solas gave one of his cheeks a tender stroke, expression loving, smile wide. Such light and levity had Fane feeling mildly playful, leaning down and in again to nuzzle at a sharp jaw, the receiver letting out a laugh filled with light. It made Fane's heart soar.

"Ready to be the sky of two dragons?", Fane whispered against Solas' cheek as he began to peck at it with tender kisses.

Solas chuckled, light and loving. "You make it sound as if they are newly hatched, vhenan.", he said, but blinked as Fane began to smirk. "...They are newly hatched, aren't they?"

Fane let out a laugh, not a huff of amused air, not a scoff, but a laugh, deep and filled with joy. Oh, the sky was vast, and he adored it!

"Congratulations, my sky.", Fane purred, putting their foreheads together to stare deep into wide, but truly happy blue orbs with hints of grey. "Looks like we've crossed the line into parenthood."

At that, two voices echoed within age old stone as laughter bubbled forth and hope laced two hearts with joy that was once thought to be undeserved amid mistakes born of care and a world enveloped in darkness and ruin.

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DRAGON DADS! WOOOOOO! *does a happy dance* The hug is brief, but it's there! It's hard writing Fane as happy because even when he is, he's reserved about, but BAH! My boy gets happiness! >:D

#drabbles #prompts #ask #oc: fane lavellan #dragon age #solas #solavellan #I AM LIGHT TODAY #i had to write something happy since i am happy dappy! X3 #thank you so much and i hope you enjoy it! <3

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itstokkii · 1 year ago

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gonna add my thoughts into this as well and in no means am i trying to be accusatory!

You can't separate the country from its politics or history, because they're part of the country.

again, as dappy said, it's not an issue as long as you're not being racist or falling into discriminatory tropes, or trying to whitewash or villify colonizers(whether through denial, or omission of key information, or blorboifying them("he's just my silly test dummy to play with!").

I have seen the blorboifying one too many times with russia especially, and then you have people spiraling really quick into "aww russia my baby boy has no friends isn't that sad 😢 all he wants are friends" which definitely struck something in me due to how devastating almost 70 years of soviet rule(and there was imperial russia before then) was to central and west asia, and eastern and central europe.

It is difficult to treat hetalia characters like you would with any other anime, because the original content even mentions issues such as colonization.

himaruya was actually held responsible at one point for his gross mischaracterization of a character due to the imperialist tropes about this character: south korea. when you see someone looking at a colonizer's lens in characterizing your own country to be a perverted guy that claims credit for everything, you can't help but feel...disappointed. everyone jokes about the anime getting banned because he was "too funny" which is insensitive on various levels.

additionally, belarus in hetalia canon represents her government and not her people at all, who are fighting for their language to finally be recognized as a language equal to russian, and to have more agency as a self governing nation.

so based on these 2 cases, canon isn't always right either, and can actually be offensive to people who are korean or belarusian.

On the topic of hetalia creators making ocs: It is COMPLETELY OKAY to make ocs! We all know you try your best and get a lot of research done to bring your oc to where it is now. As OP said, any mistakes or problematic elements aren't done on purpose! The issue stems from being told it's problematic(especially by the group you're representing) and then ignoring or rejecting that, or that you don't accept or consider when someone suggests you change X because it leans into being problematic.

I sometimes do worry about the way i depict characters, and I want to make my ocs and ships better, so occasionally I'll ask my mutuals whether or not it's falling down a slippery slope to being unhealthy or problematic. and the next step from there is working alongside them to improve my ocs and ships!

So by all means, don't hesitate to create an OC and research! We love that! But also, don't hesitate to accept criticism because it'll improve your oc.

Creators in this fandom are subjected to such an intense amount of criticism especially historical Hetalia fandom in particular. It is honestly suffocating sometimes. We hold creators in this fandom at a level we don't even hold Himaruya to. People assume malintent, without realizing there is often so much they haven't seen in a creator's portrayal of a character. Often there is hours and hours of research into all aspects of history of a country that you don't see that the creator has done.

I find myself constantly hesitant to explore more historical stuff in my own works because of this. I find myself hesitant to explore parts of the world I know less about for the same fears. I wouldn't be surprised if others are turned away from creating in this fandom because they too are worried about this.

I want people to understand that people don't create with malintent. Portraying a country a certain way doesn't mean they justify every part of that nation's history. The opposite is also true. And yes these nations are nations but they are human and it doesn't always mean their relationships with one another are exact copies of irl relations between countries.

Another thing is we shouldn't get mad at creators for using canon information in their works if you don't agree with that aspect of canon.

Finally I want people to understand that creators work to create a narrative however, every aspect of a nation cannot fit perfectly in a story of one character. It just can't.

I hope this all makes sense thank you for reading :)

#reblog #disk horse #Hetalia

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