#ellana my beloved

[buttsonthebeach]

Ellana woke certain that Solas was in bed beside her.

She thought first it was a dream within a dream - she had seen him that night, the wolf in the distance, the wolf so real even in dreaming that she knew it was him and not some other spirit of the Fade. She felt his presence behind her, warmth and plaster and Fade and elfroot and wool and lips against her neck, not quite a kiss, just an absent-minded sleeping touch. She must have been dreaming. Maybe he had finally revealed himself. Maybe some Desire demon had latched on to her hope at seeing the dream-wolf again and brought her somewhere where that hope could be made real. It had happened before. She'd imagined this exact moment before, as she had that night Charter came to her with the report from Hunter Fell.

But no - Desire was never this precise. The whisper of his breathing against her hair. The exact weight of his body. Her own memory couldn't have been this precise.

“Solas?” She barely voiced the word.

Maybe - finally - it was him. Come to talk. Come to comfort. Not just the wolf. She did not dare open her eyes.

But then everything else was too real as she lay there, feeling him beside her. Her toes were cold. Her stomach was empty. She could hear Hightown waking outside her window. She opened her eyes.

The feeling did not depart. She rolled over.

She still felt him there. The magic that surrounded him, something even she could sense if she tried hard enough, especially once he taught her. Veilfire and cold, the same soft singing rhythms that belonged to every ritual she'd ever experienced at Dalish hearths her whole life.

“Solas?” Voiced now, urgent, hopeful.

The bed was empty. But there, glimmering on the bedside table - a wolf statue. Carved stormheart and a shimmer of magic around it, blue as his eyes. Heavy in her hand, because it was solid and because it was filled with regret she could feel as keenly as her own. Every inch of it radiating him.

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Y'all have no idea how excited I am to share Ellana's Veilguard story. Hoooo boy. Stay tuuuunnned

[alienturnip]

Donten being on top of my list… what having the OC brainrot does to you…

[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.

[skiitter]

Ellana looked for Solas everywhere, in every shadow and alleyway of Thedas, at every ephemeral border of her dreams. She hunted him through time, through the annals of her own ancestral history, down through the last long decade of her too short life. She searched for even the echo of his presence in places too old and too broken to be named. And in every corner, through every door, across every dusty room, she found nothing. He was a ghost of a memory, something she stole and kept pressed to the edge of her ribs, just painful enough to remind her it happened.

As the years and the emptiness of her life shuffled on, Ellana's loneliness blossomed outward, consuming the gentler parts of her, until all that was left was bitter and ugly, the refuse of all her wasted hope. And so, for the sake of what life she had life, she set aside that aching desire, and refocused her grim determination on solving problems that he created. If Solas would not have her now, just as he did not keep her then, then so be it. He broke her heart, but she would not let him break the world.

She never expected to see him again, not in this life anyway, and most certainly not in the face of a stranger, in a tavern far, far away.

"This," Morrigan said, "is Rook."

Afterwards, her hand shook for want of something to cling too. The wolf statue she'd given to Thedas's newest champion was all she'd brought on her journey, and so it was to her own miserable shock she was forced to clutch.

"So, what did you think of her?" Morrigan asked upon their return to the south.

'I hate her' was the very first thought in her head, but Ellana pushed it aside for something appropriate, something fair. "She's so young."

Morrigan nodded. "Tis true, she is. But so was the Warden Amell, so was Varric's beloved Hawke," she paused. "So were you."

Ellana felt every second of her 36 years hit her all at once and she failed to keep the grimace from her face. "She's not Dalish, despite her name. I was expecting her to be more..." She could hear the word 'elfy' in Sera's voice as clear as day. "It must drive him mad."

"Oh, I'm sure many things about her do. She's quite obstinate, I'm told." Dorian stepped through the Eluvian after them, brushing imaginary fade-dust from his tailored robes. "Harding says she reminds her of you, all spitfire and stubborness."

It wounded like nothing had in a decade. It was a feeling so far removed from her repertoire of emotions, she didn't dare name it until safely alone in a room, far from prying eyes and clever sight.

Jealousy.

It's so base, so sincere in its immaturity, Ellana smiled despite the revelation. Jealousy, now, at the end of the world. How small it felt before the onslaught of things sure to come, how useless. But it was felt all the same. What a ruin the last decade had made of her pride, the irony of which she was unable to ignore. It would be better, she knew, if she did not love him. It would be easier, she knew, if she hated him. And yet.

And yet.

"El, darling, I've brought you some very expensive and fancy wine that you will pretend to enjoy and I--" Dorian trailed off at the sight of her hunched over in bed, sobbing quietly into her hands. "Oh, Ellana." He did not ask, no one ever did anymore. Instead, he sat down and drew her to him.

"It's not fair," she said into the crook of his neck. "It's not bloody fair."

"Love never is."

"It should be me, sifting through his fractured thoughts, demanding answers and receiving none. A decade of my life, Dorian. A decade. And it's just some--some girl instead." Ellana scoffed in disgust at her own fallible heart. "Her people, they live in his--his home--they--they are sat among his things. They--" She scrubbed at her face, pulling away. "I am so sick of missing him, of wanting answers to a question I asked years ago."

"I know."

"Does this make me foolish? All these years, and I'm still so heartbroken. I'm responsible for the safety of a thousand people and one man, one stupid and prideful man, has weakened me so utterly I cannot help but hate what I've become." Ellana looked at him. "I hate that I hate her. I hate that she was able to succeed where I failed."

"She's only where she's at because of Varric--"

"I spent years thinking of ways to make him stop, for just moment, to just listen to me. And now, she's got him trapped. Trapped and unable to run and I cannot even demand an audience after all this--this searching. He's just as unreachable to me now as he's ever been."

Dorian was at a loss for words, as nearly everyone was when presented with the ugly wound of her heartache. She did not begrudge him such things, nor did she push away his attempts to comfort. Instead, she cried for a while more, just for the posterity of feeling.

"Sorry," she scrubbed at her face after some time. "It's been a long day."

"It's been a long decade," he said gently. "Would you like some company or is this a 'wallow in your own loneliness' sort of evening?"

In response, she grabbed the bottle from him and took a heavy swig. It was impressively dry, like all Tevinter wine. With a grimace, she handed it back. "Company, definitely."

Several cups and not enough food later, the two of them sat before the small fireplace, having lapsed into companionable silence. He had just finished telling her of his recent run in with Vivienne and at the mention of their old friend, her thoughts were inevitably cast back in time to the Dread Wolf.

"I can see him in her," she said softly. "I see Solas in her expression, in the way she carries herself. It's...it's agonizing."

Dorian reached out and took her hand.

"She's so young and the weight of the entire world is on her shoulders. I know that feeling, I know how hard it is going to get," Ellana sighed. "I cannot begrudge her for things wholly out of her control."

"It is okay to hate her, even if it is only a little bit," he replied. "I won't tell."

"I know." She gave him a sad smile. "Maybe at the end of this, on the other side of all this carnage, I can ask her to tell him that I..." There was no word to properly encapsulate the sumtotal of everything she felt for Solas. "That I miss him, even now. And that if he ever wanted to talk, I will always be here to listen."

"He doesn't deserve your heart, Ellana, he never has."

"I know, but it's his anyway."

[revoleotion]

Yeah so I will now post oc stuff because. Eh. They will be relevant in the writing I did for an advent calendar!!

And also. For any asks. Wink wink.

Dawn

My beloved. You know him. Ex Chiss sky-walker, now obsessed with a Grysk that was supposed to be his enemy. Gay and trans. Doesn't sleep enough. In bg3, he's also very normal about Emperor (totally normal). In any DND setting, he's a drow wild magic sorcerer but doesn't realize it, so he thinks he's in a warlock pact (he isn't, his Grysk friend just enhances his natural magic and makes it easier to use).

Ellana

My first Inquisitor. In any settings where I use Fen as my Inquisitor, she just worked for the Inquisition. Married to Lace Harding, chaotic as hell, proud lesbian that fucks all her friends (and non-friends) for the connection but feels no attraction to men. Is somehow the least normal about Solas.

Fen

Created to romance Solas, somehow turned something more. Childhood friend of Raven (see guest stars) who went missing at some point and who Fen is convinced was killed. After Raven's transformation, Fen is (at first) incapable of recognizing them and Raven can't tell her. No matter the AU, they reunite eventually, and start being so normal about each other. Fen is actually a fantastic liar, most of all to herself. She isn't even mad about Solas' world ending plans, she just wishes he would've been honest about it (which is in turn also very hypocritical of her because she filed down her entire personality to be more likable). In one AU, she actually dates both Solas and Raven, but all others end with her being bitter towards Solas. After losing her hand, she uses a mage hand instead.

Elxian

[On the right, art done by @angryducktimemachine !! I hope that was ok to put here, otherwise I'll link your posts directly once I figure out how!]

Economics studies alumni and bard. Constantly making jokes. Is as annoying as half-elven-ly possible in order to scare off people who would've left anyways after having enough of her. Deeply insecure but overplays it by being loud and charming. Is terrified of accepting that she is trans because she thinks she doesn't deserve it on account of her privilege and uncaring attitude (that in her eyes "ruined everything"). Janosch also has some more fanart on his account!!! She's. Wife.

Also she's suffering from a curse that she can't ever have sex. I mean other than the BWL student one.

John & Sunny

Part of OG projects, so I will stay vague. Imagine goddess turning someone immortal and having no way to undo it, and guy (now immortal) who's not handling it well. I also mentioned them in Alliance, if anyone remembers!!!

Fleur

An NPC and part of Love's (see guest stars) backstory! Imagine Misono Servamp if he became the God of Spite after escaping his home. Fleur used to be a wizard and was terminally ill, so in order to actually live, he took a shot at being immortal. Has a habit of punching people. Including Mystra and God!Gale.

Elsa-Mathilda Westwater

Author and Devotion Paladin. Thinks the author part is obviously more important. Obsessed with ansurbalduran and is writing the dnd schoete (Schiller/Goethe) equivalent of that. Always looks grumpy but trying her best. Sunny is actually her goddess!

Guest stars

Raven

Where do I even start. Raven is... a Death Cleric. Also, somehow, Withers' weed dealer and his chosen (because of the weed, not the death cleric stuff). In bg3, Withers saved them from transforming into an illithid but in turn hat to craft them a new body (which turned out to be a tiefling). Unfortunately, this resulted in them losing their memory of him.

In any other universes, Withers saved them from another event that killed them. They used to be elven before.

Love

Paladin of Fleur, great ignorer of his own grief and loneliness, and even better liar. Think Snow Lily if Misono became a God somehow.

[yulgurr]

i doodled.. things.. unorganized thoughts about my tav (her name is Ellana) with typos probably but ignore these i typed it out at 3am

more thoughts under the cut

ok first of all this is what my blonde elf girl.png looks like i think she pretty

OK SO HEAR ME OUT when i was 13 i first started playing fantasy rpgs like this with character creators and the first character i made was a blonde elf in dragon age inquisition and she had a default name (Ellana)

i have so many good memories about dragon age but i never got to finish it because right before the final boss fight the laptop broke down and i was devastated sad and. sad. so i decided that my first Tav would be a reincarnation of og Ellana. a blonde (half) elf with facial paintings.

im not familiar with bg3 world building like, AT ALL but im having some lore packed for her. a bit. she is half elf but both of her parents and 6 siblings are elves (but we don't talk about that). she studied magic and then left the city to live in the forest for a few years (she has wooden elvish ancestry so it wasn't a problem), and then one day she woke up on a ship with a worm in her brain (there's more ofc but im saving it for later so i can draw it)

she is. very stupid. silly even. no thoughts in that brain. the worm is starving. her resting expression is just a deadpan smile. she may appear scheming but there are no thoughts.

somehow i ended up being on very good terms with gale so i guess they'll be great frens :] i also started romancing karlach yippe my beloved lesbians iwant what they have<3

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

"True enough. Got enough enemies as it stands. Don't need her added to that long list, seeking me out. Got nothing to prove with any pissing contests around here either. Prefer to let my work out in the field against Corypheus' abominations and cult speak for itself."

Eskel's low, amused tone returned to her swiftly with a chuckle of his own, following her at her prompting, making their way out of the war room gradually and down the subsequent corridor. Passing through her office soon after, Ambassador Montilyet looked up from her desk and the messenger she was consulting with, doing a double take, an expression of surprise crossing her pretty Antivan features at the sight of him accompanying the Inquisitor. A look he received more of when they made it out into the main hall... along with whispers his enhanced senses picked up. Not hostile, at least, a welcome change from what was usually said about him, but certainly bewildered and curious. Nothing he wasn't used to, at any rate. He supposed it was compounded by how rarely he went out around the keep during the day... he was an oddity. He looked back at her throne and over the guards and other folk around the hall, marred features smiling politely, trading a respectful nod with the dwarven rogue storyteller Varric as they passed his spot near a fireplace, then focusing on making his way with Ellana outside, the cool mountain air greeting them. He breathed it in... and almost felt like he was home, again. Maybe he was, and just didn't know it yet. It was the longest he had settled into a place outside of Kaer Morhen, at least. Moving down the stone steps, crossing over the yard towards the awaiting inn, he became aware of the further eyes turning their way.

The Witcher wasn't sure if they were more staring at her, the beloved Herald of their Andraste, symbol of their order and Thedas' best hope, or him, the mysterious mutated stranger and suspicious outsider of the Inquisition. It was an amusing thought, regardless. He would always be the stranger, on some level. It was the nature of his profession and existence, the Path and his destiny. Though he did offer Scout Harding the polite nod she deserved. The moment they approached the Herald's Rest, his enchanted medallion began to hum... detecting the presence of the spirit calling itself Cole that lived in the establishment, taking the form of a pale, unusual yet skilled young man, who traded a wave with Ellana. It was strange to be fighting alongside one... especially considering he was usually slaying similar beings for coin. Entering the tavern, the music and chatter greeted them, a few conversations breaking off at the sight of them again... he ignored it, settling down at the table she indicated with her, ordering a drink as well before focusing his viper eyes and senses back upon her. He was hardly surprised to hear of her favorite area in Skyhold... had heard some whispers about her and the mysterious elven mage called Solas who resided there. Personally, his instincts told him to trust the elf no more than he trusted the haughty Orlesian Sorceress Vivienne. Nodding at the Inquisitor's words, his deep, languid voice returning to her with a smile of his marred visage.

"It could grow on me, I'm sure, especially given the present company. Might prefer the lower courtyard, but I'd also like to take a crack at that forge of yours in the undercroft at some point. Not as good as some of the experts you picked up for blacksmithing, but not half bad either. Everyone at my school learned to work a forge... learned many useful skills for the Path and on it."

@starwrittenfates

"We all could use them, that's for sure. Especially these days. Good days for my line of work... but not so much for the rest of the world, including myself outside of work."

Eskel's low, grimly amused voice returned to his client with a shake of his head, looking down to the map sprawled out on the war table and all the pieces on it, daggers embedded into certain spots. He could scarcely imagine running a war, directing numerous others, advisers, allies, politics, the fate of nations... especially having stood on his own for so long. Having to weigh every decision and repercussion for others, everyone seeking something... and no shortage of enemies, including those pretending to be allies. It was a new experience, being around a variety of personalities and motives this long, full of lessons every day, it seemed. Different from hunting Demons, Wyverns or giant spiders in some forest, cavern or village, or Darkspawn down in the Deep Roads. In the latter case, it was only the Legion of the Dead and Grey Wardens he had fought beside, and even then on a short term basis. Life was simpler in the Deep Roads, such as it was. The personalities of the doomed dwarves and Wardens aligning well with his own. Little idle socializing, more drinking and slaying monsters. Not like it was at Skyhold, another world entirely he was adapting to, even at his age.

There had been a good deal of losses so far in the campaign against Corypheus, between his Dragon and his cult of followers and Demon hordes... he imagined there would be a good more yet before all was said and done, including many of those occupying Skyhold. It was a matter of time before the Darkspawn Magister marched his army this way, made a siege of it, most likely. Skyhold had become a hub in the world, everyone knew where it was now, despite its remote location on the border of Orlais and Ferelden, and how to get there. The heart of the Inquisition. He would do all he could to make sure the place didn't end up like Kaer Morhen all over again. In the meantime, it was best to make the most of things while they all still could. However long they lasted. At her generous and unexpected offer when he had been ready to head back down to the lower courtyard, the Witcher's viper eyes returned to the alluring Inquisitor's emerald pair... and his marred visage smiled, nodding. He took Ellana's hand carefully, raising it slightly to kiss the back of it gently, giving it a grateful squeeze before letting it go again and drawing back a bit, clearing her way. Deep tone murmuring to the elven lady again.

"Certainly I would, Lady Lavellan. Much appreciated. Would go change into my armor and weapons, usually need them at a tavern... but I reckon I can make an exception around here. Especially in your company. Ready when you are."

@starwrittenfates

[ii-larb-you]

DC fic recs

Bruce Wayne

no other shade of blue - @embrassemoi

so damn charming - @drifterbruce

dark knight and deep bruises - @spilledkauffie

pick a color - @defaulttwig

I won’t drown, Batman - @twinklelilstarkey

morning routine - @moonlitdesertdreams

Batmom

slice of life: cooking lessons - @ellana-ravenwood

jason todd and the haunted manor - ^^

all for us series masterlist - @the-daydreaming-show

her cafe - @reveluving

raising baby birds for dummies - @disgrays-on

at ease - @moonlitdesertdreams

“I want to see my little boy!” - @dragon-chica

long overdue - @apocalypse-shuffle

the circus - @imaginingmarvelandeverything

Batsis

"carrying the other one in their arms" - @ragingbookdragon

batsis meet the batboys - ^^

mercenary - @unofficial-jaytodd-wife

Poly!Jason Todd x reader x Roy Harper

pick me up - @rev-wrath

bedtime with the boys - @dccomicsimagines

Jason Todd

learning to love slowly (2) - @to-the-stars8 (there are like multiple parts for this so go read them, I linked this one tho cause its my favorite)

"things must be catastrophic if you're calling me at this hours" - @embrassemoi

of soup and snowstorms - @makethatelevenrings

one-shot (featuring dami and tim) - @veronica-17-hood (MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE WRTITEON THIS APP!!)

one-shot (featuring dami) - ^^

elopement - @dccomicsimagines

a baby in the family - @ellana-ravenwood

slumber party? - @moonlitdesertdreams

Poly!Damian Wayne x reader x Jon Kent

blurb #18 - @quillsareswords

myo pizza night - @unmotivatedwrit3r

Damian Wayne

cuddly damian - @ssak-i

what's a lock to a bat? - @unmotivatedwrit3r

gala with damian - @veronica-17-hood

protect you - @catxsnow

cutest softest damian thing ever - @quillsareswords (love all their writing!! It’s absolutely adorable)

“Don’t say a word about this” - @thesuperiorrobin

lipstick stains - ^^

my beloved - @glittering-moonlillie

Wally West

"hold still. this might sting a little." - @agentofkrypton

happy new years - @butwhyduh

Dick Grayson

cuddlebug - @ghost-soap (love all of their writing)

animal instinct - @cipheress-to-k-pop

much loved sister in law - @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Cassandra Cain

the girlfriend theives - @spvilers

Tim Drake

one-shot - @veronica-17-hood

Roy Harper

tired - @rev-wrath

[alienturnipp]

Hawke my beloved, with a minor redesign

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Naril Brosca & Neria Surana | Vy Hawke | Ellana & Edra Lavellan

[buttsonthebeach]

Vows and Vengeance spoilers under the cut!!

HEY SO HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THE FACT THAT SOLAS TALKED ABOUT RECKONINGS. Ahhhh Reckoning my beloved fic, we got to hear your title in his voice!!

I only just met Nadia and Elio but I would die for them.

Also how can I be normal about Elio saying "we are who we are, my love" to Nadia in front of Solas. You bet your ass I can already feel myself writing a one shot about Solas hearing that and thinking of Ellana lol.

Also when/if Ellana finds out about these events, she's once again going to be like "WELL seems like everyone gets a special meeting with him BUT ME wtf dude"

[nexelart]

Commission I did for my dear friend @ithaque of a beloved character of both our childhoods, Ellana, from Pierre Bottero’s eponymous series.

[haverdoodles]

The Fox - Connal Trevelyan

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“Whatever you do,” Varric said, “Don’t mention Fox to the Seeker.”

Mystified, Ellana asked, “Whyever not?”

“She absolutely hates his guts. Has something to do with an incident in Kirkwall years ago that’s been kept very hush-hush, and she’s cursed his name ever since. I doubt it bothers him, though - he’s been madly in love with her for ages. I don’t think there’s a soul in the Marches that doesn’t know about their dysfunctional romance by now.”

Ellana frowned. “I would expect the opposite reaction of someone whose beloved hates them.”

Varric smirked. “He’s all upside down and backwards, that’s for sure. The more the Seeker hates him, the more he loves her.” The dwarf wriggled his brows suggestively. “And it makes some lovely material for my works.”

“You are incorrigible,” Ellana sighed with exasperated fondness. “Very well, I won’t mention this ‘Fox’ of yours.”

“Great. This will make her reaction all the more priceless,” he said gleefully.

“Wait, reaction? Varric!” Ellana called as he walked off, growing rapidly concerned by his visible excitement. “You don’t mean he’s here? VARRIC!”

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Welcome to my blog! Here you'll find OFMD brainrot (particularly Izzy/Ed/Stede) and Dragon Age ramblings.

For context, some of my Dragon Age OC’s. From right to left, top to bottom, we have:

Ellana Lavellan: the first Dalish Warrior to become an established Orlesian Champion and the last of the ElvenKind to drink from the Well of Sorrows. She and her lady love Josephine Montilyet, spend a few months a year with Clan Lavellan, a few months in Orlais and a few months in Antiva. (extra pics and info: x x x x)

Aiden Hawke: my canon Hawke, my beloved, my angry boi, my favourite. Full of rage, Aiden started ripping the world apart when his sister was taken to the circle. He fell in love with Anders because of the work Anders was doing for the mage underground, a course he violently believed in. He was very, very tragic and very, very angry and I loved him with my whole soul. 

Merripen Lavellan: Merripen Lavellan was born a twin, and when his brother died from the plague, he devoted his life to Falon’Din, Elven God of Death and Fortune. Now, he lives a supposedly quiet life with The Iron Bull, although rumours abound about his close contact with his previous Spy Master and one Dorian Pavus, and what plans he may have for the future. 

Mari Trevelyan: radical mage rights activist and co-founder of the ex-templar sanctuary with her husband Cullen Rutherford and their dog (extra pics and info: x x)

DeLila Cadash: my canon inquisitor, my beloved, my girl, my favourite. The youngest of six, a warrior and a closet nerd, DeLila found a family in the inquisition she never thought she'd have. She misses them all dearly, but loves running rooftops with her wife, infamous Red Jenny Sera (extra pics and info: x x x)

Endrin Cadash: my current Inquisitor! A leader, a treasure hunter, and a sometimes Religious figure, Endrin was raised to take over his branch of the Carta clan. It is rumoured that one of younger siblings was involved in the attacks on the Hawke siblings lives which led to the unleashing of Corypheus in the first place. He continues to lead the reformed inquisition now that the exalted council is finished, though he finds time to steal away to a private villa on the Tevinter Boarder that he calls his ‘holiday house’. Interestingly, one Magister Dorian Pavus also seems to take up residence their periodically. 

Aban Adaar: my sweet, shy mage qunari who loves gardening and his wife Lady Josephine Montilyet (extra pics and info: x x x x)

Alexandria ‘Alex’ Hawke: my current Hawke! A soft, diplomatic girl who holds the world on her shoulders and always sees the good in those around her, Alex Hawke has a group of friends that would kill to keep her safe. She is immensely in love with her wife Merrill. 

Rust Cadash-Rainier: whatever her original name was, it's been lost to time. Now she goes by Rust and is learning to cook eggs with her husband (who, rumour has it, may once have been a war criminal, if one can believe the kindly man who spends his free time making toys for children is the same Thom Rainier that Orlais tried to execute), and also fighting to put a stop to Solas's stupidity (fightings in her bones, she could never put down her daggers) (extra pics and info x x x)

Thank you to everyone who puts up with me talking about these idiots, and the many more I'm no doubt likely to create and talk about in the future - my asks are always open if you have any questions about any of them, from which songs I think fit them to their backstories to the choices they made in game x

Some links to other things you may be interested in (because tumblr only lets you pin one post at a time):

I run two discord groups: a Dragon Age one, and an OFMD SteddyHands centric One. Both are 18+. If you want a link to either, please message me and we'll sort something out. Both are v chill communities.

All my writing can be found here on Ao3 (mainly the Witcher and Dragon Age but hopefully some more OFMD soon)

My Mod Recs for each Dragon Age game can be found here (I’ll try and keep these vaguely updated too): Dragon age Origins, Dragon age 2, Dragon Age Inquisition

Some playlists (always happy to explain why I picked songs for any of these - feel free to leave an ask!): Izzy Hands, Break Up Era Ed AKA the Kraken, Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Stede/Ed, Izzy and Ed’s fucked up dynamic, Dragon Age 2, Anders, Merrill, Varric, Anders/Hawke, Fenris/Hawke, Hawke/Varric,  Merrill/Isabela, Fenris/Anders, Sera/Inquisitor, Sera/Lavellan Break Up Playlist, Enjolras/Grantaire

My Solas Romance Review can be found here (one day when I have time I’ll review all the romances in Dragon Age but alas, not yet)

Some fic rec lists of other peoples fics! Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus , Geralt/Jaskier

The Dragon Age fic data I collected can be found here (Nov 2021): Dragon Age Origins, Dragon Age 2, Dragon Age Inquisition

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find the word tag game

tagged by: @paperpocalypse omg Sam! Thank you so much for tagging me and it took me a second to realize these were all from different already published works so omg I’m excited ☺️🙌🏻

words: trip, smile, wild, breath, gentle, cracked

trip

Watching Five assassinate the president didn’t sound like fun, and although he’s made the trip fun so far, you still aren’t excited for what’s to come in the next half hour.

new assignment (Five Hargreeves x Commission!Reader WIP)

smile

He offers you a small smile in return, the corners of his lips just slightly tugging upward, LED a calming blue.

the interrogation (Connor RK800 x Reader)

wild

You’re pretty sure this isn’t where you’re supposed to be headed, though the only hint she gave you toward your destination was: ‘it’s a wild party, trust me! You’ll love it.’

untitled wip (Mob!Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader)

breath

Kirigan holds his breath, eye twitching as he takes her in. There have been rumors of the beauty and grace she’d held, how seemingly most of the Fjerdan people took love in their beloved Ambassador. He hadn’t believed them.

the dreaded wedding (General Kirigan x Reader)

gentle

Lost in your facial expression, he misses the movement of your arm before he feels the (relatively) gentle punch of your fist against his arm.

your sweater (Connor RK800 x Reader)

cracked

I legit cannot find anything for ‘cracked’ so I’ll just have to make sure to include this verbiage in my upcoming works! 😉

new words: lovely, time, sunset, dark, tried, held

tagging: @marvelmusing , @carloswilliamcarlos , @duskholland , @spidervee , @sacklerscumrag , @yesimwriting , @veryholland , @ellana-ravenwood

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Dream Weavers

My part of the art trade with @dora-draws Thank you for allowing me to write about your Lavellan. I had so much fun. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

But these were no ordinary roses. Magic hummed in their petals. The same magic that connected them both: the magic of the Anchor. And it responded to her mood, encouraging the plants to transform into flowers that reflected her feelings, ideas, and preferences. And that morning they reflected the love she had for this word, for the elves and Fen'Harel: red, powerful, and passionate.

A tingle of pride tickled the back of her mind as her heart filled with joy at the sight before her. The pride that only Fen'Harel could feel for making her happy. She giggled with pleasure and accepted his pride and joy.

We are waiting for you, my little one, announced the next tingle, and she sensed his growing impatience.

Thousands of years later and Fen'Harel still awaited for her to witness his judgement  of his own people. Her heart fluttered at the thought, for she knew all too well that he did not need her opinion to do what was right for Elvhenan. And yet, every morning she sat beside him and Mythal, solving the never-ending problems of a growing kingdom.

After taking one last look at the roses, now transformed into blue irises and beckoning her to do her duty, she closed the windows, but not before more wisps, this time red and blue and yellow, leapt into her room, amplifying the hum of magic. Immediately the walls turned into their colours, blue and red and yellow merging together, fueled by the mischievous nature of the wisps.

She smiled at the change in colours, her face caressed by the yellow light of the sun sending its rays into the room. The spirits always liked her, they always sought her presence and did their best to make her laugh.

Seeing no reason to linger in her room anymore, Ellana made her way to the dressing room, where dozens of royal dresses waited for her, soldiers of beauty, ready to serve.

In the years she had lived as Fen'Harel's beloved, the number of dresses had grown exponentially with his love, and the wardrobe had to be augmented with magic to fit their palace. Silk, cotton, leather, flounces, mixed with gold, silver and magic. All for her.

A dress as black as the immortal night caught her eye. With practised gentleness, Ellana took the flowing fabric between her fingers and caressed it with small, soft movements. The dress, over three thousand years old, preserved the memories of their binding ceremony. Memory magic sparkled in her fingertips, transporting her senses to the bliss of moments long past, but never forgotten.

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newfragile yellows [1131]

How does a god fall in love with a mortal creature? How does something with power and capability beyond the scope of comprehension bind themselves with something as fickle, indescribable, and indecipherable as love? To something so fleeting and temporary in the scope of time that it might as well not have existed at all?

Ellana imagines that gods fall in love with mortals in very much the same way that mortals fall in love with each other.

Or at least, for Ellana, that is how it seemed to be. It all felt quite mundane. Ellana didn’t pay much attention to what was happening until it had happened. It must be like boiling a frog or other some such activity. Maybe it’s like adding a drop of dye to water, one drop at a time, until the water is no longer clear. Maybe it’s like using sand paper to smooth out a jagged edge. Maybe it’s like taking a block to a lathe. Maybe it’s all of those things and none of them. Ellana doesn't know, nor does she care very much to know.

At the end of the day she fell in love with the Iron Bull and that’s that.

Perhaps, as a god, her love is different than that of another person’s. But can't that be said of anyone? Who in this vast world, in the ever stretching hallway of time, would dare claim that their love is exactly the same as someone else’s? Love is infinite in its shapes, its textures, its depths. Shaped by the lover, the beloved, the loving.

Ellana has taken a mortal identity and walked among these short-lived creatures for centuries. She has been a man. A woman. Neither. Both. She has been tall and she has been short. She has been poor and she has been wealthy. She has been everything in between every end of every spectrum. And in every life she has lived among them she has loved and been loved in turn. The love has never been the same. Perhaps the only common factor between all the love she’s ever had is herself. Whatever that self would be.

For Ellana (in this specific instance of being loved and loving in return) the love, itself, cannot be traced. She does not remember a distinct moment of epiphany. She does not remember it and she doesn’t think it was a particularly grand moment, either, so why bother?

Ellana knows how they met. She knows how they became friends. She remembers that. She remembers being his friend first. She remembers the sloping path she took with her own two feet that took her from stranger to friend. She remembers groping her way blind around his edges, his pitfalls, his layers. She remembers him taking her hand and guiding her around his harsh lines, but pointing them out to her so she knew where to avoid them later. She remembers him laying parts of himself out to her, open and bare. She remembers how to handle them with care.

Ellana remembers, in turn, sharing with him parts of herself that she did not know existed. She remembers uncovering them with him. She remembers talking with him, turning his words over and holding them up in comparison with her own thoughts and tracing lines of logic and bias and sheer gut-instinct to understand. Ellana remembers drawing a circle around some of the parts of herself she did not want to share — godly or not — and the Iron Bull backing off without complaint or judgement.

It is, maybe, like building a bridge, one piece of material at a time. And they meet in the middle over a vast expanse. A drop. A plummet. An unknown void filled with too much and nothing at all.

Strangers to acquaintances to friends to partners, finally.

This is a relationship she will be sorry to leave. She is sad to leave all of her relationships behind, but she thinks this one will be especially hard. The Iron Bull is a man formed from such unique circumstances. There will never be another even close to being like him. Never again.

So Ellana must savor every moment with him now, to hold close and tight to herself in the future.

Her mortal vessel with age with him, perhaps die after him. But ultimately she will continue to exist beyond him. Such is the fate of gods who love mortals.

There are gods who have shed their immortality and there are mortals who have gained it instead. But those are circumstances that do not apply here.

The Iron Bull would not want immortality even if Ellana could give it to him. He would shut those doors and close his eyes to it. It is part of why Ellana loves him, probably. That quality of his.

And Ellana could not shed her immortality even if she cut out her own heart. She is fed on the return. Even the act of dying gives her power. If Ellana were a newer god — one with a name, one with a face, one with a religion of followers and devotees — she could probably figure out a way to die. But she is older than language and older than linear thoughts. Her death will only come with the extinction of every life form on the planet. And perhaps not even then.

“You can tell your daughter what I am if that makes it easier for you,” she says to Mythal-Flemmeth. She feels something like pity when she looks at this ember of a god. “I don’t mind.”

“You will be exposed to those mortals you care about,” the woman says, “Are you not afraid of their reactions?”

Ellana shrugs. “What is fear in the face of love? Lay the hurt of rejection and denial at my feet. I can take it. If my love and care was so shallow it would shrink back at the thought of such things then there is no point to it at all and I should be very, very ashamed indeed to be a god.”