#dragon age inquistion oc

[northsvoid]

Visenya Lavellan 【6/?】

➤Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts

Merry Christmas! <3

[hillectant]

yeah im a solas husband so WHAT!!!

[lavendarr00]

Solas & Lavellan | Dragon Age Inquisition (5/10)

Removing the Valaslin

[otherpigeon]

hi do you guys want these old solavellan screens from my drafts ♡

[nanowatzophina]

Probably not actually gonna clean this up. But it’s a neat concept, I think—

[quillweaves]

Always watching him leave...

[chraustinjesse]

(unwilling) inquisitor Adhas Lavellan and his best bro iron bull

he came back from the fade weird (thats his excuse he was never normal)

has slapped solas bald head before

also drew a second face on the back of his head when he slept and made bets how long itd take him to notice

did NOT want to join the inquisition at ALL, still hates it, HOWEVER getting to sit on a throne and making humans grovel before him...

[avernusreject]

my collection of chaotic bitches with chronically bad luck

[alienturnipp]

Next part of my OC lineup come the twinnies! Edra Lavellan 🪄 and Ellana Lavellan 📜

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Some inspo & refs

Naril Brosca & Neria Surana | Cirilla Hawke | Vy Hawke

[ar-lath-ma-cully]

and it slips through loose fingers Chapters: 32/? WC: 98.9k Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Explicit Warnings: major character death, explicit depictions of violence and death Relationships: Cullen x OC, Solavellan, Blackwall x OC, OC x OC Additional Tags: character death, long fic, slow burn, characters start out young and age throughout the story, eventual romance, PTSD, trauma, hurt/comfort, growing up, Modern Girl in Thedas, canon divergence, recreational drug use, friends with benefits, *work in progress* Summary:

"Amaryllis wondered — not for the first time, nor the last — why misfortune seemed to follow her everywhere she went."

Amaryllis is nine years old when she dies and wakes in a forest naked, afraid, and alone.

DAFF Tag List: @rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur,

@ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb,

@theluckywizard, @oxygenforthewicked, @exalted-dawn-drabbles, @melisusthewee, @blarrghe,

@agentkatie, @delicatefade, @leggywillow, @about2dance, @plisuu

[sole-inquisitor]

my dragon age protagonists 🐲⚔️

◇ feyrith tabris | kara hawke | kivessin lavellan | oro de riva ◇

[fangsandfeels]

Oct 23 - Favorite Inquisition companion

It’s a strong draw between Cole and Solas

Cole

Cole is a beautifully written companion that lets you explore the world through the eyes of a spirit. He is incredibly kind and compassionate, but also sometimes so alien in the way he perceives pain of others’, the way he can just disappear from sight and other peoples’ memories, the way he just sees through the souls of people around him – and even beyond.

You can easily understand why he can be unsettling, but you can also see what makes him so endearing and pushes even those averse to magic and spirits to care about him.

I also love how there are no bad resolutions to his quest. His spirit ending makes him more in tune with his purpose and restores him before coming from the Fade, while his human ending shows that spirits don’t necessary become corrupted from interacting with the world of living – they change and become something new, but only if there is someone to help them process that experience and support them. Both developments are absolutely fascinating lore-wise and I’m so glad for my boy in both of his endings.

Sybil didn’t think twice before inviting him in. After all, he found them, trying to warn them – if he was some kind of a spy sent by Corypheus, he did quite a bad job of not acting suspicious. Moreover, with his ability he could have killed all of them easily – but he didn’t. So, she was inclined to believe in his good intentions – and who would deny the opportunity to talk to an actual spirit? Or at least, someone who remembered being a spirit?

In turn, she provided the perspective Cole lacked in her conversations with him. She also chose to let Varric handle the situation with the templar who killed Cole because I don't believe in forgiveness and neither do my OCs fuck that guy. Sorry Solas, if you want to kill a group of mages who killed your friend, Cole has the right to be angry at the bastard. This boy didn’t deserve to be forgotten.

Solas

Solas plays a fundamental role in any Inquisitor’s life, but I enjoyed his dynamic with Sybil. Sybil genuinely liked the guy: how could she not? He was the one who saved her and nursed her back to health. He was the one who had at least some ideas about her mark.

Also, he was everything Sybil wished her Osterwick mentors could be – someone she actually wanted to listen to and take advice from. All his stories and experiences in the Fade were fascinating, so Sybil found herself visiting Solas’ study over and over – to either study the mural he was painting or to ask him thousand of questions about magic, the Fade, demons, and spirits.

Even prior to meeting Solas, Sybil didn’t have a strong anti-mage stance. As a little contrarian, she liked arguing about mages mostly because it annoyed her parents. However, then she saw a Tranquil vendor at the shop of enchanted and exotic goods – and it terrified her to her very bones. The empty expression, the twitch of facial muscles trying to remember how to smile, the droning voice – Sybil didn’t see a person. Everything that used to be a person was scooped out and thrown away, with just a body remaining. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t natural. It was revolting.

And yet, her family and her family’s circles considered Tranquility to be something good. Something safe.

Who needs demons when you’re surrounded by people like these?      

After close encounters with magic, demons, and spirits, Sybil expanded her knowledge and experience – and realized that magic isn’t good or evil. It’s just a force. You don’t condemn a storm or fire – you respect them and learn them, in a way. And Sybil did her best to learn and understand. When Solas asked her to help him save his friend, she didn’t hesitate. Oh, she is a corrupted spirit and can attack? Alright, good to know, but she is Solas’ friend, so it’s worth the risk. Solas spoke to her in a dream that didn’t feel like a dream? How cool is that!

Of course, it didn't mean that Sybil followed his every word. She asked for his opinion, but she also listened to her gut and preferred to do what felt right. For instance, she skipped the ritual at the Mythal's Temple because her people were dying out there and she wasn't going to bargain their lives for some ancient sacred tradition. Needless to say, she grew more mistrustful of Morrigan as a result and breathed a sign of relief when she realized that drinking from the Well would have bound her to an obsessed elven goddess.

Nevertheless, she considered Solas her friend. Moreover, the guy actually inspired her to try and make a difference as an Inquisitor. He was the first out of many few who saw her for who she was, not because of all that herald bullshit. He followed her because he believed in her skills and abilities. That meant a lot.

Sybil was thinking about her future after Corypheus, about the changes she could make. She thought she never cared about anyone’s opinions, but knowing that there were people believing in her (and not because she was supposedly connected to Andraste) gave her powerful motivation.

But then Solas left.

(I love it that you can awkwardly offer to try and glue the shards back together - Sybil has no clue how any of that works, but girl is trying her best)

And it turned out he was an actual elven god planning to bring about the end of the world. Sybil could have understood the deception, the lies and everything. But him solemnly telling her to enjoy her remaining life before everything is over?

Acting like he couldn’t stop it even though he started it? Like he didn’t trust her, trust them to help and maybe, think of a better solution?

That she couldn’t let go. Moreover, she remembered their conversation back in Skyhold, when Solas asked her what she was going to do with the power from Mythal's Well. Back then, Sybil shrugged and said she would restore things back as they were. In her thoughts, it meant merely removing the cataclysms and the Rifts and restoring a semblance of normalcy - so everyone could catch their breath and, maybe, tone down the religious hysteria a bit. But clearly, Solas made another conclusion from her words.

So, of course, she couldn't help but wonder - did she unknowingly push him to proceed? Could he change his mind had she responded differently?

I wouldn’t say that Solas became her enemy after revealing himself to be the Dreadwolf. But she disbanded the Inquisition and prepared to operate from the shadows with the goal to stop him rather than talk him out of it. Maybe, she subtly, secretly hoped she would be able to reach him – but with the entire world at stake, she would rather focus on disrupting his plans.

(I don't trust the DA:V writers to not make an Inquisitor who decided to stop Solas rather than to convince him to stop, an obsessed and unreasonable maniac, so I'd have to do some tinkering I guess)

[lavendarr00]

Solas & Lavellan | Dragon Age Inquisition (10/10)

[otherpigeon]

SHE

[theredtrails]

Completely forgot to share, but I ended up doing DAI icons for my girl Ella!!

[delicatefade]

Reunited in a downpour

OC Kiss Week Day 2: rain 🌧

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Context for readers outside fandom: The portal referenced in the snippet sent Lex straight to a nightmare realm! It's not good! Word Count: 732 Bonus Track:

To leave this place was to concede that he was lost to her forever. Six days ago Eilan’s lover fell into a rift in the sky and never came back. She was told it had happened fast. A battle at a fort. A dragon. A collapsed wall. He, along with five others, fell into a portal to the fade. And that was it. That was all they knew. At first his advisers had kept the faith with her. He lived, they told each other, he must live. His advisers, leaders of this upstart Andrastian army, believed the Inquisitor must live because of divine providence. He was the Herald of Andraste, an avatar of their prophet’s will incarnate, and thus he could not die. To Eilan, he was Lex, her fate. If he died, what did that mean for her? There was no life without him, and yet she lived and so must he. The advisers’ faith waned with each passing day. Eilan told herself that hers did not. Though it had become brittle, that much she could admit.

She sat at the edge of a wide, high-pitched tent. Her attention flitted between the portal that had taken Lex, still visible in the distance near the fort, and the soldiers who packed up the Inquisition’s military outpost. They had begun at dawn despite the deluge of rain. It had been raining for days, a portent the army’s mages misinterpreted as a sign of calamity. Eilan knew better. The rain was fat and heavy, like the rain of spring. To her it symbolized hope. The army’s mages had dismissed her interpretation as either the grief-desperate yearnings of a girl, or Dalish hogwash. The soldiers slipped in the mud. Crates slid out of reach. Horses were stubborn. The men and women of the Inquisition had won the battle that swallowed their Inquisitor — her Lex, gods, he was so beautiful, so bright. Is, she reminded herself, he still is. But yes, the army had won at a cost too high. One in three soldiers had died. Those who survived would live forever with haunting wounds. But two in three survived. The odds were good, perhaps even applicable to those who fell in portals. She stared at it, unblinking, willing Lex’s return. “Eilan.” Commander Cullen spoke her name with compassion as he stepped into her field of view. She looked past his shoulder. Yesterday he had told her to pack up the contents of the Inquisitor’s tent. She had not. “The Inquisition must move on. We are all heart-broken by the loss of the Inquisitor, though I do not pretend any of us can begin to understand your grief.” His eyes were red and inflamed, evidence that he spoke true about his feelings on the matter. He was also correct that none could understand hers. Something dark fell from the mouth of the portal. Then four more dark things. Eilan got up and pushed past Cullen, darting out into the cold rain. The mud was slick beneath her feet. She scrambled towards the fort. “Eilan!” Cullen called after her. “He’s here,” she cried back. Saying it aloud made her heart thump in her ears. She felt light-headed, reality slipped. Near the rift, lights flashed, a battle. Was it him and the others fighting through the demons that lurked near every rift? It had to be. As she reached the entrance to the fort, Lex. He stepped out into the muddy field, already soaked through. A flash of recognition, then blubbering, sobbing cries, his and hers. They ran to each other. Her cheek slid against his. His hand gripped her back, his fingers dug in. She trembled, so did he. He smelled of sulfur and something astringent. She whimpered as she touched his face, saw him in blurry glimpses. A smear of blood on his forehead. Patches of soot on his skin. His armor broken at the shoulder. One arm held against his ribs in pain. They kissed desperately between sobs, lips blue and teeth chattering. The water on her face was cold and hot in peels, a mix of rain and tears. She sobbed his name. Oh gods. He said he’s here, he’s here, it’s okay. His hand cradled her head against him. It shook and shook. They kissed again and again, could not stop crying, mewling and fumbling for each other, those poor and keening souls.

---- This is a moment I've not yet reached in my Lex/Eilan story. It was a treat to write it early! Eilan is my OC and Lex belongs to @bluewren Want to follow their story? Start here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52434187/chapters/132646609