#elias lavellan

[wyvernscales]

“Dearest Mi’Var,

As you may suspect, the contents of this correspondence must remain of the utmost secrecy. I shall get straight to the point. In response to your inquiry: it is true. I was of Clan Sabrae, and I was Ethlas Mahariel.

I have spent many seasons wondering if we would ever connect again. I have spent just as many wondering what I might say to you if we ever did. I don’t think there are words enough to explain my choices, nor enough to convey my deepest apologies.

I wish I could tell you that the secrecy of my identity was a selfless one. That it was a sacrifice for the Clan’s safety. That’s what I told myself in the beginning. In truth, I was afraid. Afraid of facing the Clan again. I failed our Keeper once; I scarce thought she would wish to hear from me again. Yet in doing so, I failed you twice. And for this I apologize. I can’t imagine the grief you must have felt.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, but I shan’t expect it.

Enclosed, you will find a relic of our people. It is an Elvhen sending stone, created to connect two souls across space. If I may make one request of you, I ask you to please use it. I wish to hear your voice again... I miss you terribly.

May June’s fire keep your blade ever sharp, Ethlas Atheranion Mahariel”

— A letter from Warden-Commander Elias to Inquisitor Brielle Lavellan

[ladiemars]

reviving the tragic lavellan i made when i was fifteen + her spawn. i’ll give you three guesses as to who the baby daddy is 😒

[prideandpiracy]

You see these two across a crowded room, they are judging you so harshly. They don’t want to be here.

I did a very quick doodle of Elia Lavellan and Blackwall with a bit of a Veilguard time skip, because man, I’m so excited to see my inquisitor again.

It’s been so long. I hope these two are thriving.

[arendaes]

I was tagged by @captastra to make some OCs in the Dungeon Meshi picrew; thank you!! I do really like this picrew, as well as have several elfy OCs to make in it.

Top Row: Saskia, Amaris, and Chiara

Middle Row: Elias, Ariadne, and Zuzanna

Bottom Row: Wren, Yelena, and Siani

Not tagging anyone this time around because it's a pretty limited picrew, but if you see this and make a character in it please tag me because I'd love to see them!

[leaphia-art]

Inquisitor Elyas Lavellan

I started a new Dragon Age Inquisition game and this is my inquisitor :> It's an AU version of my oc Elias (I'm not sure if piercings are a thing for dalish elves but it's part of his original design, so I'll keep it here too)

[ozziyo]

once again thinking about how my beloved little Lanalle Lavellan has had her entire life destroyed by Veilguard. what if I just. cry.

[wyvern-ocs]

Stars Warden: My canon has three Wardens. So there’s literally a constellation of them.

Moon Hawke: Cian is emotional and sensitive. He gives off a lot of light, but he doesn’t drown out the sky.

Sun Inquisitor: Brielle is sooooo sun. When I think of her, I think of sunflowers, honey, sunshine, and joy.

I just had a thought. In your canon worldstate, who fills what part of the sun-moon-stars character types?

Also please give me explanations in the tags i'm nosy 😳

[pikapeppa]

hi!! i've been rereading your fics in all of the veilguard hype and i just wanted to say your writing is just so good, i love your dialogue and characterization, especially how perfectly you write solas! like it really feels so true to how he speaks and carries himself!! so yeah haha just wanted to say happy veilguard summer and ty for sharing your awesome fics with the world!! 🥰 have a nice weekend!

Awww thank you so much!! I love how Dragon Age readers/friends have been poking their heads out of the woodwork and we're all getting in touch with each other again in the hype, IT'S THE CALLING 🤣🤣🤣

I'm so happy that you enjoy the characterizations, especially re: Solas -- he's such a tricky biscuit, so this is the most wonderful praise!! 🥰 Actually, I hope it's okay if I use this ask as an opportunity to plug some of my fics...

Pikapeppa's reading list for refreshing your Dragon Age memory: fic self-recs for those who don't have time to replay Inquisition

(see below the cut for more!)

Lovers In A Dangerous Time: in a nutshell, Fenris is the Inquisitor with Hawke as his wingwoman. This fic is literally a novelization of DA:I with the mindset of "what would Fenris do?" It covers all of Inquisition and touches on every sidequest, and also covers all the DLCs: JOH, Descent, and Trespasser. So if you don't have time to replay Inquisition, you can basically read it here LOL. There is also some theorizing sprinkled throughout about various Big Unanswered Questions™ in Thedas!

The Love That Grows From Violence: this is a Felassan/f!Lavellan romance fic set post-Trespasser. For those who don't know, Felassan is a character in the novel The Masked Empire who was an agent of Fen'Harel, and whom Solas killed at the end of the novel. This fic addresses the questions: 1) what if Felassan was made Tranquil instead of being killed by Solas in the Fade? 2) What if Felassan and a bitter Solasmanced Lavellan fell in love? and 3) what if Felassan actually told us everything that Solas refused to share? This fic is my attempt to pull together the existing lore and meta (with references back to all the original sources) to try to answer as many Big Unanswered Questions™ as I could.

A meta post about the qunari that I put together after reading Tevinter Nights, with my own theories about how Sten might play into things. I also wrote a Sten/f!Mahariel fic that's set immediately post-Origins; it's a romantic tragedy, but it does contain some discusssions about the Qun that may be interesting to refresh our memories about the Qun/the qunari for when Veilguard drops.

A oneshot about Varric and Solas that I wrote after the very first Dreadwolf trailer dropped back in 2020. It seems relevant again now... LOL

Solavellan fic: pure smut and romance. In case you wanted to refresh your memory of how he captivated us in DAI -- or, alternately, if you didn't romance him and want to know why the Solavellans are the way we are LMAO, you can read my take on the romance. 🤣 I have two Solavellan series on AO3: one for my own Elia Lavellan, which has a sad ending, and for Elbenherz's Nare Lavellan, which is "unfinished" in the canon universe, but includes a modern AU with a happy ending.

Beyond that, I have written romance fic for a ton of pairings in Dragon Age if you're just looking for some smut and romance! You can check out all my DA works on AO3, but I've written (M/F) pairings for the following LIs: Fenris, Solas, Abelas, Felassan, Blackwall, Cullen, Samson, Cole, and Sten, and most recently, a little oneshot of Teia and Viago from Tevinter Nights.

Again, Nonny, THANK YOU for your lovely words, and I hope it wasn't weird to hijack this ask for some self-promotion LOL!! Sending you all the love and a happy Veilguard summer!

A QUICK CAUTIONARY NOTE: if anyone does want to chat with me or send me an ask about Veilguard, please do not mention any spoilers from the Game Informer article. I want to go into the game with as few spoilers as possible when it's released, and I'm unhappy that I've already seen spoilers without meaning to. Thanks in advance! 🥰🙏

-- all the love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo

[solaemantis]

Solas showed so little emotion on his face, at least most of the time, but one perceptive enough could always hear it in the poetic flow of his words. The barely-present drop of cadence around the end of his sentence, the break of pattern — it was comparable to hearing his breath hitch, expecting.

word count: 3,110 relationship: solas x male [transgender] lavellan rating: T content warnings: no content warnings

summary: musings on a [proposed] scene where solas talks to lavellan about his vallaslin early into the game so he has time to actually think about his decision to remove it or leave it. in the meantime, he finds out how deeply Solas' care for him runs.

mirror link to ao3: surface readings

Out of all the little nooks scattered around Skyhold, Elias loved the painted rotunda the most. It was surprisingly quiet for the most part and offered him the necessary break to stop and think; the respite in the chaos that his life now was. Or was it always this way? He was not sure he could remember. 

Perhaps it took up its tranquil nature from its current inhabitant, an elven mage of peculiar energy who was now silently staring at Elias across the room. If the rogue felt the intense gaze, he did not make it known. 

“Those marks of yours, the tattoos covering your face…” 

He trailed off, leaving the question hung in the air. Heavy, loaded, waiting to be touched upon. 

That got Lavellan’s attention: Solas was clearly waiting for his permission to continue. He shifted in his chair, lifting his face to look at the other elf with his inquisitive eyes. A flicker of green in the dim light, catching pale reflections of Solas’ veilfires hung high on the walls. 

“What about them?” 

Though asked casually, the question bore in itself this defensiveness that Solas was well familiar with. The gnawing of the past long forgotten, the inner shame of being different. Elias’ words were charged with hidden emotion not unlike the arrows he so often aimed at his enemies, fueled with fire magic. Solas glanced at him, realizing he must have reminded him of less amicable occasions that had the topic brought up.

He rushed to dispel the effect with a warm smile, hoping it conveyed his positive intentions. 

“Nothing of concern, I assure you. Did you know they’re not permanent, my friend? I’ve heard of a spell that takes them away.” 

Solas paused, taking a moment to let the words settle. 

He always spoke with the grace of a dancer, measuring his sentences and waiting for appropriate moments to quip in. On good days like today, Elias found it endearing, while on the bad ones it spiked his irritation. 

“Is that so?” He asked when Solas’ words sunk in, urged forth by the heavy look the other elf was giving him. “I’ve never considered getting rid of them. Why did you bring it up?” 

Solas seemingly tensed, though Elias was sure he could only tell that by the near imperceptible signs in his body language he learned to notice overtime. Anyone else wouldn’t recognize the minuscule change; Solas was an enigma. 

“The… art of vallaslin has a complicated history, I believe. At least, as it is stated by many books I’ve read.” Solas’ gaze circled the room. Elias could not keep track of its path when the mage turned away, but he somehow felt confident that Solas was observing the large mural on the wall. 

“Doesn’t everything?” 

This earned him a fond chuckle.

“I can’t say you’re wrong, Lavellan.” 

He turned to face Elias again, arms bent at the elbows and hands gripped behind his back. A teacher, pleased with his student’s mindful answer. 

“I merely assumed you have had your fair share of complicated stories attached to your persona, Inquisitor.”

The little tone change on the last word, the peculiar word usage did not pass by unnoticed. He gave Solas a glare, receiving nothing but a polite, neutral smile in response. 

“At this point I think I’m destined to be surrounded with those. Or should I say doomed?” Solas offered no reply and none was needed. 

Elias raised his free hand, unoccupied by the manuscript he was reading, to touch over his markings. A flicker of pressure over the triangles on his cheeks, then a smear over his forehead where a geometrical raven stretched its wings. He long since stopped needing a mirror to make the patterns out — his hand remembered each stroke of color passing over his tanned skin. 

“I don’t think I remember myself without them. I was so young.” 

The scarred tattoos were always with him. They were there long before he became Elias Lavellan, back in the times where his name felt alien. 

“I’m not sure what I’d be without them.” 

A faint chuckle rang in the space between them. 

“Same thing as you’ve always been, no?”

Solas moved, silently, and lowered himself in the chair opposite to Elias’. He looked at the man in this calm manner that usually promised a mental challenge, a riddle of sorts. Solas always looked like this when he knew the answer and wanted Lavellan to come to it himself. “Come and seek it out.” His face said. “Entertain me.” 

“Do they truly define you or do you define them?” 

Elias frowned, fingers still pressed into his cheek where the pattern twisted upwards. Vallaslin, carved deeply into his skin, healed well over the decades. The ink long since seeped into the deeper layers and the scarring was nothing but a smooth, raised line where the engraving used to create a dip in the skin. 

Dirthamen, the god of secrets and knowledge. Elias was marked under him because of his passion for the unknown. Always the rogue child, he snuck into undiscovered caves and dug through elven scriptures enough to earn himself a place. A mark of belonging, something he could proudly display to others before they even got to know him. Sometimes they chose not to based on the marks alone. He held a strange feeling of contempt and awe for them, clutching on his heart for most of his life. 

“You’ll walk in the footsteps of the Knowledge Seeker. Unseen, you will help urge our clan towards new discoveries.” His elders would say, and then the icy cold tip of the blade, dipped in golden-green ink, forced itself into his skin. 

He became someone that day, finally picked from countless Dalish youths roaming the hills. The first sign of trust his people had in him and others like him. Then he earned his name, his position, his skills. He proved himself with those marks. 

“I don’t know. I never asked myself the question.” He slowly felt over the longer line on his forehead. This one hurt, back then, but he didn’t cry out. “Humans offered us so much suspicion and hatred for these. I’ve come to accept them as burdens of restored pride. My people see them as sacred.” 

“Yes, I am aware of the belief the Dalish hold.” 

“Do you not?”

“I’m not Dalish, my friend.” Solas responded with his usual calm confidence, as if it explained him well enough. “Your fierce pride in the People is admirable. I find it quite… precious. Though do forgive me for thinking it roots in you, not the marks on your skin.” 

There was some heat in how he spoke about it, an underlying layer of emotion. Elias smirked, ignoring the warm sting of affection hearing Solas call him “precious” birthed in his chest. He looked the other elf over, tilting his head. 

“Wow. You’re… being passionate. Openly passionate about something other than the Fade and spirits. I’m surprised you have it in you.” He chuckled, watching Solas cast him an indignant look. It held no genuine flame. 

“Do you find me so passive, lethallin?” 

“Quite the contrary. I just didn’t think you’d care this much.” At that, Elias put away the manuscript of some semi-coherent elven writings and flung his legs over the armrest of the chair, half laying down in it. He tipped his head back and looked at Solas again, chuckling because he looked funny like this, upside down. 

“You know I have a great deal of care in my heart, especially for the elven history.” He almost sounded defensive. Elias wanted to prod at him some more, but a different unspoken sentence caught his attention. 

“The elven history, the Fade, spirits, and your dear Lavellan? Is that the four sacred pillars of your care?” The elf smirked, watching Solas’ ear twitch. Soft, gentle motion of an elegant, sharp, neatly carved tip. Down, down, harshly up — gentle thrill. Pretty little thing just asked to get bitten. 

“Perhaps so.” 

The easy agreement made his heart skip a bit. Delayed, just like Elias’ reaction — surprise came first. 

“What, did I shock you?” He sounded genuinely surprised, though his eyes betrayed some shade of a deeper emotion Elias couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

“You care about me?” Elias leaned up, twisting his body in the chair in a way that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. His honey-blonde hair messily fell in his face and Solas found himself staring. The harsh, rough beauty of his dear companion never quite encapsulated him as much as it did now, in the soft glow of his veilfires and candles. 

“Would I be here if I didn’t?” 

“You’re here because of the Veil breaches.” 

“And you are the key to those.” 

Elias scoffed, sitting up. A gloved hand — the anchor itched most of the time when he didn’t cover it — came to brush his unruly hair back.

“Scientific interest is not the same as care, Solas. Learn the difference.” Perhaps he was too harsh but his heart ached. He hoped to mean something else to Solas, to be something more than a curious academic project. 

With so many people viewing him as nothing but a tool in the hands of the gods, a key to victory, a savior’s sword — or, well, bow — he just wanted this impossible elf to look at him as something more than that. 

His mood change must have been palpable because Solas shifted in his chair. Elias glared at him only to find the other man looking at him with some imperceptible expression on his face. He looked… mourning, almost. As if whatever just transpired hurt him in some ancient, strange way. 

“Have I misled you to believe that’s how I see you, Lavellan?” 

“Am I supposed to think otherwise?”

“Yes.”

Elias felt the irritation and tension leave his body as quickly as they came. Solas possessed this unique ability of dispelling his negative emotions by remaining almost eerily calm. He was that endless well of ancient wisdom that quieted Elias’ impulsivity and heated temperament. His anger landed, like fire-tipped arrows, into these cold waters and died away with a gentle puff of smoke. 

Often, he didn’t know how to feel about Solas. The easy way this elf handled his innermost concerns and assumptions made him feel imperceptibly young, sometimes; or maybe a little stupid. The mage could see through him and into the parts of him Elias never confronted or, maybe, acknowledged. This was frustrating and inspiring the way Solas was both at the same time. 

“Are you saying you care for me? Me, as a person?” Elias nearly slapped himself for how desperate he sounded. This elf, this man who appeared to be hoarding some timeless kind of wisdom, made him feel crazy. 

One look of approval from Solas made him dizzy. 

He craved to get just one more. 

 “I would be lying if I said otherwise. I do, Lavellan. Most ardently so.” Solas replied with guarded stiffness. He moved to press his back into the soft padding of the chair, as if grounding himself. “I failed to make it clear, it seems, for which I apologize.” 

Meanwhile Elias could barely keep his breathing stable. Embarrassing.  

“Can you… elaborate what you mean by that?” He chuckled dryly, gripping the armrest he was leaning against. “When you say that you care about me.”

Solas gave him a contemplating look, sitting still as a statue. His smart, calculating eyes were looking at the other elf calmly as if he was silently making a decision. He did not move or say a single word, but Elias could almost feel the mood change when Solas suddenly released a deep exhale. 

“You’ve mentioned, rather brightly, that you’re one of the four pillars of my care. A poetic way to put it, dear Lavellan, though it is true.” He was not looking at Elias, choosing instead to keep his eyes on the stack of books on the table between them. “Much like other fields of my care, you are something I fear… disappearing in history, misunderstood and forgotten — or overall.” 

“I’m afraid of losing you.”

“You are a peculiar individual, anchor or not.” He stated clearly and directly, finally looking up to meet Elias’ expecting gaze. “There’s little more entertaining to me than to keep experiencing your depths.” 

“I love learning things about you. You intrigue me.”

Elias inhaled, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling much similar to that flustered thrill of nerves one feels when in love. Was he in love with Solas? Surely there was a better word for that ancient longing in him that came to life around the other elf. If love was something one falls into, then Solas was his abyss. 

“When I say that I care, I mean that the greatest misery for my spirit would be to lose sight of you, my dear Lavellan.” He finished on a hushed whisper, wrapping the elven word into a mist of warmth. The way he pronounced Elias’ clan name was so soft he felt himself melting into the softness of the chair. 

Solas showed so little emotion on his face, at least most of the time, but one perceptive enough could always hear it in the poetic flow of his words. The barely-present drop of cadence around the end of his sentence, the break of pattern — it was comparable to hearing his breath hitch, expecting. Elias moved to sit properly, still a little shaken up. Solas barely said a thing and he already felt taken apart and dissected, his heart on display. 

“Well… Unlike your studies and theories, I have some say in that.” He started carefully, looking Solas directly in the eye. Much like during his hunts, he chose to stare down his target even when it filled him with dread for what was to come after. He hoped he wasn’t misreading the situation. “I don’t plan to disappear anywhere, so it’s unlikely you’ll lose sight of me. Unless you stop looking.” 

“I could never.” 

The whispered response was so immediate it took Elias by surprise. He paused, then looked at Solas in silence, as if focusing his eyes for the first time. The mage looked both serene and solemn, fluidly combining the two in that unique facial expression that belonged on no one’s face but Solas’. He seemed ready for any response and hopeful at the same time. Elias had never seen him so open before. This moment felt precious and he wanted to collect time in a handful so it trickled a little slower. 

“...Good.” He cleared his throat, letting out a rough-sounding chuckle. Forcing laughter was something he did when nervous, and he had never been more nervous than in this moment. “I want you to keep looking.” 

“I exist in your gaze.” 

Another breathless pause that felt like a hundred years and a myriad of memories passed between them. The conversation lasted barely a few minutes but Elias felt like there was a timeless rift between the Solas he knew before it and the one he was looking at now. Putting all of his weight on the armrest before him, he propped himself up and, feeling the spell of the moment make room for some of his usual playfulness, hummed deep in thought. 

“You could just tell me you’d prefer my face without vallaslin, you know. I would be way more willing to consider removing them then.” Elias smirked, watching three consecutive emotions appear on Solas’ face: confusion shifted through contemplation and landed in amusement.

Solas moved again, as quietly as ever. Elias could have mistaken him for a Dalish hunter if not for his bare face that often reminded him of the statues one could find in the elven ruins deep in the Dales. Moments like this made him look at Solas as something ancient, forever outside of his grasp. 

Lost in his thoughts and mesmerized by the ephemeral appearance of the elf before him, Elias did not notice a hand reaching out to trace over the scarred patterns across his upper cheek. He felt sudden coldness and pressure as a fingertip brushed across the triangular patterns and up the side of his head, circling around the outer corner of his eye. Taken out of his daze, he focused his gaze on Solas’ face, feeling a sudden burst of warmth spread through his chest at the look of soft adoration he was met with. 

Solas wasn’t quite looking at him as just something precious — his gaze betrayed some deep, primordial longing. 

“Perhaps I have caused you to misinterpret my words again…” He caressed Elias’ cheek with his thumb, causing the rogue to suddenly dryly swallow. “The reasons behind my inquiry matter so little now but I assure you that they are not what you’re thinking. You needn’t change a thing to cause my heart to tremble.” 

Elias almost wanted to ask about these “reasons” but the hand on his face distracted him from all outer thoughts. He blinked, concentrating. 

“I’m glad you think that.” He leaned his head to the side, just barely meeting Solas’ careful touch. “Because I rather you keep looking at me until these surface things no longer matter.” 

The mage flashed him a knowing smile. 

“That is exactly my intention.” 

“It better be or all of that academic crap of yours is a pretense.” 

At that, Solas laughed. 

Elias melted a tad, feeling a sudden, but strong urge to lock the sound in a jar and keep it to himself. Just like the rest of this impossible, infuriating, complicated man, it deserved to be treasured and carefully studied. 

“I could never deceive you like that, Lavellan.” 

He whispered, turning his hand so now his knuckles brushed over the downright pattern of Elias’ cheek. The man moved ever so slightly, tilting his face towards the gentle fingers. The moment felt fragile and soft, softer than every tender lethallin whispered at him when Solas thought he wouldn’t keep listening. 

“I wouldn’t let you.” He whispered back, flashing the other elf a warm smile. 

There were so many questions to ask — and every conversation with Solas created only more to follow — but for now, Elias couldn’t help but melt into the moment, lock it in time, and hope to dream of it later. Something stirred in his heart at Solas’ caring gaze. The abyssal and scary feeling of immense adoration and desperate longing overcame him again and he couldn’t help but let it stay, at least for now. 

Solas was looking at him. 

And just like many times before, it felt like he was the only one seeing him. 

It felt utterly blissful.

[lunareaum]

PLOTTING CALL!

REMINDER THAT THIS IS A PLOT BASED BLOG. without plotting there's very little chance we're interacting in any deep way. like this for me to chase you down to plot. my muses are here. list of fandoms and characters under the cut in case you wanna take a quick peek.

arcane - jinx buffy the vampire slayer - buffy, dawn and giles dceu - harley quinn game of thrones - drogon, nymeria, lady and sansa stark the walking dead - sophia peletier, sue rhee (oc) a song of ice and fire - elia martell twilight - alice cullen cyberpunk 2077 - judy and v detroit become human - alice, markus and north dragon age - artoria amell, athelya tabris, branson rutherford, linni lavellan, lydia achilleos (oc), lynnwith gregorius (oc), marian hawke, morrigan, oriana cousland fallout 4 - andy littleton (sole survivor) far cry 5 / new dawn - jane manfred, nicole rookfield, faith seed, joseph seed life is strange: true colors - alex chen mass effect - aria t'loak and commander shepard the elder scrolls - kynarethia (oc), lilith (oc), nocturnal telltale's the walking dead - duck jr.

[bogunicorn]

I'd like to know about the Bittersweet and Strange AU

Context! Bittersweet & Strange is my Solavelyan BatB AU that I wrote in October, and it's right over here. And the ask meme this is from is right here!

5(+) Headcanons for B & S (which got long so they're under a read more oops)

1

Hospitality and Temperance (this fic's version of Lumiere and Cogsworth) have backstories I wasn't able to work into the fic as-is -- or rather, the ancient elves they're reflections of -- were both close to Solas before he put up the Veil.

Hospitality was the original steward of Skyhold and lived there from the day it was built to the day he died - which was a few decades after the Veil came down. He eventually died of old age (one of the first elves to do so), and his remains were found and buried by the next inhabitants of the fortress.

Temperance was an archivist named Elia, a "neutral" recorder of history who lived in the Shattered Library before it was, you know, shattered. Elia had an affinity with wolves, and the spirits who helped her in the library usually took lupine form while doing it. Solas was infatuated with her when they were both very young (in elfy terms), and Elia... was not terribly interested in him. At the time, Solas was cocky, hotheaded, impulsive, and had a reputation for playing a little fast and loose with his conquests. Worse, Elia had been in charge of recording his exploits for a while by then and found his meddling to be obnoxious and a nuisance.

See, as an archivist, part of her job as well as personal philosophy was that of neutrality, and even from the start, Solas was a troublemaker with strong opinions about everything. And Elia wouldn't let him near her until he demonstrated that he was interested in her as a person and not just trying to get into her pants. Solas ended up shapeshifting into a wolf and living for a while among the spirits who worked beside her. After a year in her service, Solas revealed himself and admitted that, while he continued to disagree with her on principle, he understood and appreciated Elia's perspectives and dedication to her work.

They were on and off for basically forever, even marrying and divorcing a handful of times. In the war between Fen'Harel and the Evanuris, Elia tried to maintain her neutrality. Late in the conflict, however, she realized that the Library's supposed "neutrality" actually meant de facto siding with the Evanuris, and fully sided with the Dread Wolf's rebellion. She eventually died in Skyhold when the Veil went up, the trauma of the spell too great to survive.

There isn't really reincarnation in this situation, but like a spirit's energy being scattered and reconstituting in the future, some of Elia's soul managed to survive the ages. In Bittersweet & Strange, she was (partly) reborn as a young elf named Eala who's currently living in the shape of a wolf, and is likely to remain so if she isn't found -- but in another life, things go very different for Solas and Eala Lavellan.

2

Outlander is my most middle-aged-mom favorite show, and I use a bunch of members of the cast for faceclaims for my DA characters. Eva Trevelyan is Caitriona Balfe (and was actually originally named Claire when I was initially making her), I have a male Hawke on my roster that I use Sam Heughan for, my female Hawke is named Marsali (Claire's apprentice in later seasons/books), and B&S's resident Gaston and perpetual villain in Thayet's backstory is Tobias Menzies.

In B&S, Eva and Drader don't have a ton of interaction because Eva never makes it into a Circle. In regular Inquisition continuities, she usually avoids him entirely because she's sent to Monstimmard, since Thayet is there as a Templar and it's a big conflict of interest. But in a campaign where Eva becomes Inquisitor and is raised in the Ostwick Circle instead, she's taken in immediately after Thayet leaves the Circle in a rather dramatic and violent way, leaving Eva basically alone to weather the bad taste Thayet left in Drader's mouth.

So when Eva is Inquisitor, Drader is still the Backstory Big Bad, but it's much less the story about intrigue and mage resistance that it is when Thayet, Ramsay, and their First Enchanter are around, and much more about survival and religious abuse.

Although, funny enough, Eva and Drader having "matching" faceclaims and this contentious dynamic developed separately.

3

The whole cast of B&S spends time in Tevinter immediately after the story. Where Thayet and Solas move on pretty quickly on their quest to ~see the world~, Eva and Locke stay as Dorian's guests for much longer. It takes a while and a bunch of irritated letters, but their father eventually decides to make this situation useful and puts Locke to work in the Tevinter branch of the family's shipping company. Eva ends up learning magic from a series of tutors in Tevinter; the Circles there are intensely competitive and almost impossible to get into if you're not a citizen or a foreigner with very wealthy Tevinter relatives. Dorian's parents continue to host them for their entire time in Tevinter, and Aquinea (Dorian's mother) actually warms up to Eva and gradually steps in as a maternal figure.

4

Thayet drops her surname except for when she's visiting family or dealing with nobility. Most people who meet her have no idea who she is, and she prefers it that way.

5

Solas has a bitch of a time sleeping like a normal person after being basically "conscious" and lucid dreaming for so long. He has no regular circadian rhythm whatsoever and naps constantly because he doesn't totally know how to judge his own levels of fatigue.

6

Bonus! Thayet has the scars in her shoulders, of course, but the scar on Solas's heart from being run through only appears on his astral body or in dreams.

[wyvernscales]

Symbols I associate with ocs - Worldstate: The Maker’s (un)Chosen

Talani Brosca: hands, bruises, daggers, nail marks/scratches, keys, crates/barrels

Feja Aeducan: pearls, anything art deco, sequins, gold, perfume bottles

Elias Mahariel: fire, the color green, puddles, tall grass, pine trees

Cian Hawke: the sea, the color blue, oil paintings, the sky, round staircases

Brielle Lavellan: leather, sunflowers, honey, the color yellow, bees, the sun

Elara Lavellan: old books, bundles of drying herbs, quills, feathers, botanical drawings

[csaberific]

So during the pandemic and beyond my MTG habit got worse bigger and now I have a bunch of paper decks.

Also for funsies I tried assigning a color combination to each of my BioWare player characters and picking a commander that fit them.

Victor Shepard: Esper / Chromium, the Mutable Hunter Shepard: Red / Neheb, the Eternal Griff Ryder: Boros / Iroas, God of Victory

Gaius Amell: Blue / God-Eternal Kefnet Victoria Aeducan: Orzhov / Liesa, Shroud of Dusk Samuel Cousland: Green / Fynn, the Fangbearer Adrian Hawke*: Red / Godo, Bandit Warlord Elias Hawke: Orzhov / Nalia de’Arnise Olivia Hawke: Black / Yawgmoth, Thran Physician Lukas Adaar**: Bant / Estrid, the Masked Rhaiel Lavellan: Selesnya / Gaddock Teeg Hathorn Cadash***: Izzet / Ghyrson Starn, Kelermorph

Caeres Gavelt: Dimir / Xanathar, Guild Kingpin Raynus Kyr: Boros / Feather, the Redeemed Chrysos Thonaris: Naya / Mazzy, Truesword Paladin Vylarn Stanaas: Dimir / Phenax, God of Deception Thiar: Esper / Kamiz, Obscura Oculus Graython Thonaris: Izzet / Jhoira, Weatherlight Captain Arelan Paethos: Jund / Korvold, Gleeful Glutton Idalrei Szu: Gruul / Chishiro, the Shattered Blade Naethalas Gavelt: Rakdos / Mogis, God of Slaughter Ignaciel Othun: Temur / Riku of Many Paths Devrian Krasu: Mardu / Isshin, Two Heavens as One Dyanthe Thares: Azorius / Geist of Saint Traft Liathru: Grixis / Zevlor, Elturel Exile Shaylene Krasu: Simic / Ezuri, Claw of Progress Zephiel Oculis: Abzan / Karador, Ghost Chieftain Xaia Thalton: Jeskai / Hinata, Dawn-Crowned

Of these commanders, I've only built Isshin, and in a different way than a more Devrian-esque Isshin deck would function.

(*) Originally Alexander Hawke because the name Adrian was used for a Shepard; since I haven't played that Shepard in over a decade the name's now freed up lol

(**) Originally Luthais Trevelyan; same choices, beefier mage

(***) Originally Hawthorne Cadash; went for a dwarfier spelling on the same name

[prideandpiracy]

God I can't wait to remake my inquisitor 9 years older and with the body adjustment options I always wanted for her 😭 Elia baby I miss you

[arendaes]

I've been typing up some headcanons and backstory into my OC server on Discord between tasks at work and I just want to share a couple things.

One, just realized as I was typing that I gave Ari ADHD like me.

Two, Paizo changing the Changeling ancestries between first and second edition (and now the subsequent ORC license) has made figuring out Elias' backstory a mess, but since he's not a character I'm ever actually going to play in a tabletop game I've decided to just judiciously combine the two.

Three, just some stuff for Amaris since it was initially writing about her that opened the floodgates and made me want to start working on everyone's again.

[faet0ld]

#faet0ld. private, primarily friends - only fantasy multimuse written by nan (22, she/her). sideblog to @omegahs. muse list below.

FAIRY - TALES.

persinette. mlle. de la force fairytale, with inspiration drawn from rapunzel & petrosinella. fc: mar.ia val.verde.

maia / thumbelina. original andersen fairytale, with some inspiration taken from the movie. fc: none.

johanna / all - kinds - of - fur / thousandfurs / allerleirauh. brother's grimm fairytale. fc: madd.ison jai.zani.

elisabeth. the six swans fairytale. fc: isab.elle conn.olly.

margot. diamonds & toads fairytale. fc: ta.mla kar.i

prince eric. little mermaid 2023, with some inspiration taken from the stage musical. fc: jonah ha.uer kin.g.

D&D / BG3

princess daefina roxana reaegis. original character. astral elf, aberrant mind sorceress, rightful heir to the throne of the celestial kingdom of praezar. fc: ther.ica wil.son - rea.d

diana casta. original character. aasimar, bard of the college of glamour, savior of elturel. fc: rile.y hem.son

dame aylin. the nightsong, paladin of selune.

isobel thorm. the beacon of last light, cleric of selune.

DRAGON AGE.

teyrn bryce cousland. headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: jam.es pur.efoy

teyrna eleanor cousland. headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: cla.ire forl.ani.

fergus cousland. headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: char.lie vic.kers.

leith cousland. original character, non - warden cousland. fc: don.al fi.nn.

sura tabris. hero of ferelden, headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: sop.hia br.own.

asha surana. hero of ferelden, headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: priy.anka bos.e

elias hawke. the champion of kirkwall, headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: sea.n tea.le

maella lavellan. inquisitor, headcanon based & canon divergent.

nicolette trevelyan. the herald of andraste, headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: alic.ia von ritt.berg

jowan / "levyn". headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: ale.xander vla.hos

ursula erwood. original character, bann of white river. fc: ade.laide kan.e

euphemia erwood. original character, lady of white river. fc: s.ai benn.ett

roisin erwood. original character, lady of white river. fc: con.nie jenk.ins - gre.ig

LITERATURE.

sophie hatter. the land of ingary trilogy. book based. fc: ni.cola coug.hlan

arya stark. asoiaf. headcanon based & canon divergent. fc: emi.lie sat.trup and mi.llie bra.dy

FANDOMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

akordia t'rissbreena suilea'ibhain. / bree. high fantasy original character based on the "lost princess" trope. bg3/d&d & da verses. fc: an.ya cha.lotra

willa. high fantasy original character, just a centaur from the forest.