#he was wearing the jawbone of a wolf in dai

[lizzybeeee]

WHAT MORE CAN BIOWARE TAKE AWAY FROM US?!

I saw this on the hellsite and it made me laugh so much

[boghermit]

you listed 5 oc's, why not either pick an oc for each of these five questions; or else answer for whoever you like! (:

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.

The best way to describe Johnny's fashion sense is "divorced dad." He dresses exclusively in t-shirts, jeans, boxers, beat-up jackets, and button up over-shirts. He never wears clothes that fit him properly. His shoes look like they've been around for a few decades. (They probably have.) The fanciest he gets is probably his hunting equipment.

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.

Anja has a problem with hard drugs that she's still trying kick even after being turned into a vampire.

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?

Salem is either reliving memories from his life with the cult of Bhaal, or reliving the time he woke up to discover he killed Alfira. He also has a lot of nightmares about losing control and killing Astarion.

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?

Declan (my DAI Inquisitor's brother) would be summoned with a mana potion, a pint of hot cider, a rare board game, a soft bed, and a wolf jawbone necklace. (You know the one. 🐺)

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?

Riley, my FO4 character, wants LOTS of Fancy Lad Snack Cakes and some new gadget upgrades. She'd also love some new paint for her prosthetic arm.

[kurokoros]

asphyxia | 00. prologue

Rated: M (violence, language, etc)

Words: 1.5K

Pairing: kuroo x afab!reader (not in the prologue)

Summary: Aggressive mimicry. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. It’s hard to recognize something as a monster when it looks just like you.

You just never expected him to be one.

After narrowly surviving a deadly encounter with a ghoul, creatures that look human but can only survive by consuming human flesh, you’re exposed to a world you were never meant to be involved in. Meanwhile, a binge eating ghoul has begun terrorizing the Nerima Ward, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. [tokyo ghoul!au]

AN: Was this written for the cummunity tender/taboo collab? Yes. Am I extremely late with little to show for it? Also yes. This is a multi-part fic now. I haven’t posted anything in over a year. Had a crisis writing this. Bon appetite!

➤ Tender/Taboo Masterlist 

➤ Asphyxia Masterlist

Warnings: violence, gore, implied cannibalism, implied abuse and kidnapping

The job went wrong nearly as soon as it started.

It was supposed to be simple. A routine tracking mission, just like the others they’ve done before. It’s not easy finding someone in Tokyo, but they’d gotten good at it. No one could stay hidden from them for long. This job should have been no different.

Then Ota Ward went under lockdown.

Glass crunches beneath his boots as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, fingers drumming against his thigh and beating an uneasy staccato rhythm. Outside, the downpour has only gotten worse. Rain beats against the tile roof, and each clack causes his irritation to grow.

For two weeks, they hid in plain sight. Watched the number of Doves grow in preparation for a raid. Kept narrowing in on their target as they tried not to get caught. Difficult, but not impossible. Maybe that made them cocky. They should have pulled out right away. Should have contacted their boss and waited until the Doves left, but by then they’d tracked their target to a half-mile radius and he hadn’t wanted to leave without finishing the job.

The Doves cornered them. It had been raining all day, and they were caught off guard.

“Fucking Doves,” he sneers, leaning back against a wall covered in peeling paint. Even inside, he doesn’t dare remove his mask, and the skeletal mouth twisted into a fanged snarl does well to hide the mirrored curl of his lips. Jawbone, the investigators have started calling him, his mask the only discernable feature they can make out in the darkness. Red eyes glowing beneath his hood and that sneering, skeletal grin.

Jawbone’s head rolls to the side. “All right, Piero?”

He looks down at his partner, still resting on the floor where Jawbone set him earlier. The other man makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat, but otherwise doesn’t answer. Behind the white and gold harlequin mask he wears, it’s impossible to gauge Piero’s expression as he prods at the dark stain on his thigh. His fingertips come away red.

Eventually, Piero shrugs. Remaining silent, he casts his gaze around the room, taking in the sight as Jawbone continues to swear under his breath.

Thin cracks are spread across the walls like veins, stretching out behind the layers of graffiti and grime. The building they broke into is an old apartment complex, left abandoned in the middle of Tokyo. It’s unkempt. Shards of broken glass on the floors. Dirt and debris. Furniture left to decay. And there’s a musky smell in the air. Mold. But beneath that something else. Something rotten.

Piero’s nose wrinkles.

Beneath him, the floor is slick with blood.

Jawbone yanks his phone from his pocket. Seeing that it’s dead, he snarls a curse under his breath and kicks at a corroded piece of wood on the floor, sending it hurtling across the room as his temper boils over. It smashes against the far wall and splinters into pieces with a loud crack.

Piero stiffens. Widened eyes slide to the far corner of the room, where a lone closet is built into the wall. His back is stiff, muscles tensing, but he doesn’t dare turn his head. Jawbone doesn’t seem to notice the odd reaction. Continuing to swear under his breath, he turns his back on the room, glaring out the window, but Piero doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

It was quiet. Nearly imperceptible beneath the downpour beating against the tiles on the roof and the howling wind and the string of curses from beside him, but he heard it. Small and muffled.

Piero cocks his head to the side, still unblinking. “There’s someone here.”

To his left, Jawbone’s eyes narrow beneath his hood. It’s his only noticeable reaction to Piero’s observation, made too low for anyone but him to hear. “One of us?” he asks, watching Piero out of the corner of his eye.

That smirking harlequin mask stares back at him blankly. Piero shakes his head.

“A Dove?”

A shrug, this time.

Jawbone swears again. “Don’t move.” Turning his back on the window, he storms across the room, leaving Piero on the floor. Those empty harlequin eyes burn into his back, but Piero stays where he is, content to listen and wait. It’s easier if he stays out of the way.

This time, Jawbone hears it, too.

The soft hitch of a breath—a muffled sob.

Lip curling, he reaches for the edge of the door, open just a crack.

It’s the smell that hits him first. Beneath the layers of mold and musk, there’s something pungent. The familiarity of it makes his stomach roll. There were rats, once, in the apartment where he lived as a child. They used to crawl into tight spaces and smother themselves. He’d only find them when the carcasses start to decay, when the smell became so bad it made his stomach sick.

There’s a moment of hesitation before Jawbone rips open the sliding door, nearly tearing it from the wall.

Big, brown eyes stare back at him, pupils constricted into pinpricks.

A woman.

She cowers back against the wall when the door is ripped open, trembling. An involuntary sound escapes her, muffled by the hands clasped over her mouth tightly in a vain attempt to smother the uncontrollable string of whimpers and sobs wracking her frame. Tears drip down her cheeks, leaving tracks in the dirt on her face. She’s filthy, covered in grime, her chestnut hair matted and stringy with grease and dirt. When she curls her legs closer to her chest, there’s a metallic scraping sound, and his eyes drop to the chain locked around her ankle.

The chain jingles as she forces her back tighter against the wall. Jawbone follows it to the opposite side of the closet, where the other end is locked around a metal post. There’s something else there, too. A mass that’s hunched on the ground in a heap, unmoving.

The taste of decay and rotting flesh crawls down his throat.

“What the hell?” he chokes out, stumbling backwards a step. His gaze snaps away from the mutilated corpse in the corner, hacked to pieces and barely recognizable. Her hands are covered in blood, he notices for the first time. Little rivets trailing down her bare arms, startlingly bright against her sickly pale skin.

Her expression shifts when she sees him. Relief mixing with raw fear. Still shaking, her hands drop into her lap, revealing a mouth that’s smeared with gore. “Help me,” she pleads in a voice that’s barely louder than a whisper.

Behind Jawbone, Piero suddenly lurches to his feet.

“Tora—”

The front door is smashed open. Wood splinters outwards. A mass of pulsing, red flesh bursts into the room. Jawbone’s arm snaps up to cover his face as he stumbles backwards away from the door. The muscles beneath his shoulder flex. Livid tissue bursts from his back and crawls up his arm.

It’s not fast enough.

The woman in the closet makes a strangled sound as Jawbone is speared through the chest and tossed sideways into the wall. It caves under his weight. He grunts as he slams onto the floor in the adjacent room, choking on the blood and saliva in his mouth.

A masked figure steps through the splintered door only to stop when a barrage of ruby crystals embeds itself in the wood on either side of him. Crystal shards burrow into his forearm, piercing through his skin. When he lowers his arm again, the room is empty.

In the closet, the woman presses flush against the grimy wall, curling her legs to her chest to make herself smaller as heavy footsteps cross the room. Tears leak out from the corners of her eyes, squeezed shut tightly in a feeble attempt to make things stop. She squeals when she’s suddenly yanked forward by her ankle, dragged by the chain. Caught off guard, her head slams backwards into the wall. Her eyes snap open.

Red eyes stare back at her from behind the face of a jackal.

He tilts his head to the side, looking at her for a second before lashing out. Her teeth grind together as he grabs her by the jaw, fingers digging into her cheeks.

“Please,” she gasps. “Yu—”

His thumb rubs against her skin, smearing blood and tissue. He tilts his mask up with his other hand. “You should eat, Dove,” he says, releasing her. As he stands, he places the tip of his thumb between his lips, licking it clean. “Before I get back.”

Without another word, he turns away from her, stalking over to the hole in the wall. He chuckles when he sees the room is empty, blood staining the floor where he tossed Jawbone. There’s blood pooled under the window, too.

“All right,” he muses, pulling his mask back down before shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark coat. “Let’s play.”

[fenharel-babe]

I'm back in my Solavellan feelings and want to talk about my lavellan and Solas. I saw these prompts and decided to post that now. I'm going to answer each one (other than the nsfw ones) and here we go. Putting it under a keep reading just in case no one cares lol.

For the Fluff:

1. What are things they both find funny?

Solas and Bloom both love when Cassandra and Varric banter. They just find it hilarious because Cassandra is nice at some points but she can be angry while being funny. They just find both of them too funny.

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

Solas describe Bloom as, "A complicated woman," and Bloom describes Solas as, "A complicated man." They're both complicated on the surface and they just stick to that description. But if people ask for what do they like about each other, then OH BOY!!! They could go on a rant.

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

Solas would compliment Bloom by saying how she always notices the good in people. She always tries to make people feel better, help them heal, and just help people in general. She cares for people and the way she sees the good in people, and it makes him love her.

Bloom would compliment Solas by saying she loves hearing him ramble and how adorable it is. Solas rambles and we ALL know it. He'll talk about the fade or magic for hours and Bloom loves to hear all of it and she finds his passion adorable.

4. What would be their ship name?

Blas because it's close to blast and Bloom will blast you away if you ever hurt her family. It has Bl from Bloom and as from Solas lol.

5. What activities do they enjoy together?

Hmmm...they enjoy a lot of things together. I guess the one thing they could mainly enjoy together is reading. They both like to read and find it fun. But the part they both enjoy the best is reading to each other. Like Lavellan is resting her head in Solas's lap and he's reading whatever to her or Solas is resting his head in her lap and she's reading to him. It's comfortable and that's an activity they like.

Another one is taking naps together.

6. What is/are their love language(s)?

Physical attention. I believe Solas does like it when he gets physical attention. He's like...however old and he's definitely touch starved, but only for the person he loves: Bloom. They both like getting physical attention and like holding hands, kissing, hugging, nsfw things, and they do like words. They love being told "I love you" from the other and it brings them so much comfort. They love it when they comfort each other.

7. Write a ~300 word love scene for them.

Solas was looking at Bloom again. She was resting on the couch in the Rotunda, few pieces of hair falling in front of her face, and was slightly snoring. He worked in the Rotunda all the time and she would visit him all the time. Even before they confessed to each other. They love being together, so if she was ever stressed, she would come here and check on him. He would accept the attention and he would give her as much comfort as she needed. This time, she came because she had a bad dream. She was being chased by demons and was witnessing Solas's death in the future that Alexius tried to make. He knew she suffered from the mere memory, so he would never shun her away. He would do whatever she wanted and this time she just wanted to be in the same room with him.

She groaned in her sleep and it made him worry. He marked the page he was on in his book and went over to her. He knelt in front of her and pulled the pieces of hair back behind her ear. She moved slightly and it made him freeze, but she didn't move again and he was relieved. He looked at her closer now and he got to see the sight he loved. He loved to see her at peace, something he rarely got to see, and when she slept he got to see it. It made him feel happy and he just staring at her made him feel blessed. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. He hoped she wouldn't wake, but she did.

She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw him. "Hi, vhenan."

Solas blushed at that word and decided to kiss her again to hide it.

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

Bloom found Solas as interesting and she really wanted to know more about him.

Solas found her as rude and distant. Only to realize she's just anxious and actually loves almost everyone.

For the Angst:

9. Have they made each other cry?

Have you seen the ending of Trespasser??? YES!! They have. They never used their words to hurt each other and make them cry, but their actions have. Solas leaving made Bloom cry, Bloom having a dream of Solas being dead made her cry, and seeing him again in Trespasser made her cry.

Now, Solas cried a lot. He hides it, but he does cry a lot. He cares for Bloom a lot, more than he thought he would, so seeing her hurt? It makes him upset. One time, she was knocked out for quite awhile because she used a lot of her energy, and Solas was so concerned and he cried. So yes they cry about each other a lot.

10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them.

I can't exactly do this one because they rarely argue :(.

11. What causes them to fight?

Umm...the only thing that could make them fight would be Solas telling Bloom to do something she doesn't believe in. Solas telling her that she's too kind hearted and almost implying she's weak. That would really hurt her and she would argue. It would be a short argument because she would leave since she doesn't want to argue. They would both come together soon and they'll explain their side and almost always feel better.

12. Do they have differing political opinions?

Yeah. I'm not good with the politics in like DA, but it's obvious they do bc he's Solas and she doesn't know the things he does, so they do have different opinions. It's why they avoid that topic lol.

13. Name something they would never do for the other person.

Bloom could never let him destroy the world. Like she would never help him. Does she love him with her entire soul? Yes. But she can't destroy the world.

Solas would never just forget his past for her. You can take this as in he has to destroy the world or just that he can't stop the mission of at least sharing the word of his people. He just can't forget his past.

14. What would be a dealbreaker?

Destroying the world is a deal breaker for Bloom lol. Or just anything regarding to hurting people for the fun of it.

Deal breaker for Solas would have to be her hating on his old life. Like?? Excuse me?? Bloom would never but still. If he had someone do that then he'd have to leave them.

15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

Bloom doesn't like the way Solas is constantly not looking at other peoples POV. He just thinks about his past and sometimes needs to be reminded not everyone is like him and he needs to think about it like them.

Solas doesn't like the way Bloom is always sacrificing herself.

16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?

They would still love each other. They have broken up like twice already now. First in DAI and then again in Trespasser (not rlly but ya get it?? He left her once and then he did it again lol). They would still love each other and wouldn't move on. They would still believe that they are a good person (Even if Bloom's opinion of that good person is in doubt) and almost have the same opinions.

For the Depth:

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

Bloom is reminded of him when she sees green clothes. She's reminded of his clothes he would wear, how she would take them off in the heat of the moment, and how she would sometimes sleep in them. And!! Seeing wolves or animals would sometimes remind her of him. He liked animals and talked about them and since he has a jawbone, if she saw a wolf she'd immediately think about him. The smell of the woods would remind her of him.

Solas is reminded of her when he sees anything blue or ginger. Blue was her favorite color and she almost always wore blue clothes, and her hair was ginger. Seeing anything ginger would remind him of her, her hair, and how he would run his fingers through it when she was stressed or sad.

18. What would be their love motto?

"To love is to understand each other, trust each other, and want to protect each other."

19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be?

Bloom: "You make my fire brighter and make me feel like I can do the impossible."

Solas: "You understand me and see things in me I can't see myself."

20. What is a promise they have made to each other?

To love forever. Solas knew he wouldn't love anyone like he loves her and she knew she wouldn't love anyone the way she loves him, so they made a promise.

Away from their love, it's a promise to always be true to each other...even though that promise is very sad...because you know-

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

I think they've both changed for the better. Bloom slowly learns she can't sacrifice herself and that it's okay to love someone no matter what. Solas learns that everyone is suffering in their own way, how precious people are, and how to love again.

22. If their lives were what was originally intended at birth, would they have still fallen in love?

Umm...Bloom was meant to be a hunter and stay in a clan, so I doubt they would have met. BUT if they ever did, they most likely still would have fallen in love. Bloom was still the same no matter what. He probably would adore her more because she can fight physically and also use her magic.

23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language.

They were in her bedroom, getting undressed for bed, and he finally wrapped his arms around her. Bloom felt relief when Solas wrapped his arms around her. She had been through a stressful day, so to feel his arms around her, it made her feel safe. The warmth he radiated brought her peace, and then the coolness he gave her made her feel even better. Anything involving him made her feel loved, so to just feel him made her happy.

Uhhh....I can't write just body language. I need to write dialogue so my bad. Take 79 or 80 words lol.

24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for?

Bloom has to forgive him for trying to destroy the world lol.

Solas doesn't really have anything to forgive her for. She's always been careful around him, not overstepping boundaries, and they rarely fought. He just feels the need to forgive himself and understand why she forgives him.

Anyways yeah take this!! I might do more prompts like this. I just love them so much. I might do Cullen and Elle and Julian and Cassandra!! And there's not much proofreading so :))).

[astraldrake]

Ive mentioned Terrus like, once in the description of a separate piece of art, but i have a lot of ideas concerning him. I outlined some of them in a previous post (under the read more) and I’ll happily add more here.

link to post: https://astraldrakedoodles.tumblr.com/post/189727290047/after-witnessing-so-many-battles-you-begin-to 

tldr: two guardians end up in The Hobbit, three end up in LotR and one has been here for a portion of the Silm. This post has details about one of the two guardians who ends up taking part in the events of The Hobbit. I’ve done some art for two of the three who take part in the events of LotR, and Silm lady is in the photo of that post. 

Plese Note: This crossover is pure self indulgent garbage, and if that’s not your cup of tea i would suggest you go no further.

Anyway yeah so here’s the new stuff.

Firstly, his bow is named The Maw, and it has the jawbones of an ahamkara attached to it, although the effects and consequences of that are something im still working out. Im thinking magic arrows and creepy whispering.

Secondly, the object in his hand in the top right image is the bond of his warlock buddy Syl, who he is currently attempting to find after they got chased through a suspicious portal buried under the ice near Hellas Basin, sixty or so years before Warmind. 

Thirdly, Terrus is an ex Iron Wolf, he was presumed dead alongside most others after the incident with SIVA. He still wears the armor, mostly because it’s the best stuff he can get his hands on, but also as a reminder of the promises he made. I based his gear off the D2 year 1 iron banner set because it looks cool.

Fourthly, he spends the beginning of the adventure growing steadily weaker, as the hive who chased him through work to leech his light. He grows weakest within the goblin tunnels as the hive have holed up there, and makes it out severely weakened and barely alive. (everyone else is fine, it’s just him who gets hurt.)

Fifthly (dear eru this is getting long) Syl shows up during the burning tree incident, protecting the company and also totally wrecking some wargs. He’s mostly there for Terrus, and helps his ghost revive him once they get to the Carrock. Terrus’s ghost has trouble doing so because they have so little light left  that Terrus stays dead for at least a day before they can pull him back.

Sixth and final bit of stuff, He teaches Bilbo to fight while using his invisibility and size as an advantage, something Terrus knows plenty about from fighting fallen and cabal. (sidenote on character heights, Bea is super tall, Talia, Terrus, Syl, and Echo are all average for guardians, and Red is short. Im sorry that this is vague.) The dwarves don’t trust him for most of the adventure, partially because he’s a human (humans tend to have a problem when it come to corruptibility) and also because he’s got a creepy looking helmet. (would you trust someone with teeth on their helmet because i wouldn't) although they do eventually warm up to him, finding that he’s actually not awful.

this is a lot, but yeah this crossover has officially transcended it’s origins and for convenience im now tagging these as lotrstiny becuse it’s easier to type.

[maypalserrup]

Eden (Cal Lowell x f!MC)

“Eden” / Fluff + smut

Cal Lowell x f!MC (Nina Barreras)

Word count: 1,616

Warnings: smut, but its cute. unprotected sex but I really hope y’all are smart enough to know you should be using condoms. _______________________________________________________________

Fae society has different societal taboos than human. This inevitably leads to the pair making love under the moonlight in the Lamrian gardens.

i think someone might’ve used this title already and if so i’m sorry! anyway, I took it upon myself to establish fae lore in this fic the way I wanted because pb hasn’t had a chance to completely do so yet. I took a lot of factors from different books I've read over the years and this was the result! it’s like 11pm don’t expect anything great also like not edited. oopsies. enjoy!!_______________________________________________________________

"How have you been adjusting to staying here?" Cal asked as he took Nina's hand and led her over a small wooden footbridge, built over a sparkling, mauve-colored bubbling brook.

Nina squeezed his hand, following. "I love it. It feels like home. My entire life... I felt like I've been slightly out of place, wherever I've been. I know I was meant to be here."

The group of five had been staying in Lamrian for a few days now; resting, recouping, and planning how to handle the Bloodwraith which had been stalking the perimeter of the palace since they arrived. Besides Tialo and his hostility, everyone else had welcomed the group with great hospitality.

"I've been learning so much about the Fae culture," Nina explained as Cal led her through a small lattice arch covered in vines with shimmering flowers. Beyond the arch was a pathway that led to a secluded alcove with an ornate stone bench, surrounded by magical blossoms; all sparkling, glittering, glowing. "It's such an interesting race. It's so weird because they're so much and not at all like the way they're portrayed in storybooks."

Cal sat down on the bench, humming to signal he had been listening. Nina sat beside him and looked up at his profile; Cal turned to face her with a smile. "I think that's true for every supernatural race. What's shocked you the most?"

Nina pursed her lips as she thought, playing with Cal's fingers in her hand. "Their social values are much different than ours. Did you know they're extremely sex positive?"

Cal cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"Well... In human society, sex is taboo and violence is normalized. It's like... flip-flopped for the Fae. Violence is shunned and sex is supported. Sex is just a form of PDA here." Nina shrugged, looking up from where she was looking at her and Cal's fingers intertwined to his face. His eyes had darkened and his demeanor had changed.

"So... Hypothetically," Cal began slowly, licking his lips, "If I were to make love to you in this alcove tonight... There wouldn't be any issues?"

The statement caught Nina off guard. "I... No. No, there wouldn't be."

Cal's face split with a smirk and he brought one of his hands up to caress her cheek. "My Lady Nina... Heir to the Lamrian colony... Might I be lucky enough to make love to you under the moon this evening?"

Nina giggled at his overdramatic formalities. "No need for fancy titles," she shook her head, "You never need to ask me to kiss me under moonlight."

At her statement, Cal leaned in and kissed her sweetly, one hand still wrapped tightly around hers. Nina shifted up more onto the bench, tucking her legs under her so she was taller against Cal's large frame. Cal couldn't help but smile against her mouth, pulling away to look at her. The moonlight made her look ethereal and the lightning bugs and newly-bloomed glowing night blossoms doused her in a rainbow of colors. She didn't know it, but she oozed regality, confidence. Nina looked like she belonged here.

Nina smiled warmly as she saw the love he held in his eyes for her--as bright as the moon above them. Cal kissed her sweetly once more, his hands moving from her cheek and hand to running down her arms and around her lips, holding the small of her back and pulling her closer to him. The action made Nina lean into him more, and she took one of his hands and guided it under the hem of the tunic the Lamrian palace had gifted her so they could wash her travelling clothes. She shivered as his hand ran over her bare skin and he squeezed her hip gently.

"As beautiful as you look in lilac," Cal muttered, referring to the light purple color of her gauzy tunic, "You look much more beautiful entirely bare."

With this, Cal pulled the hem up. Nina lifted her arms above her head so Cal could pull the tunic off all the way, dropping it beside the bench in the grass. Cal couldn't help but grin when he saw her bare chest and he began to ran his hands over her breasts. Nina whimpered as he fixated on her nipples; one hand began to twist and pull at it while his mouth covered the other, making a soft moan fall from Nina's lips.

"Oh, Cal," Nina muttered, running her hands up into his hair, tugging on it gently. Cal hummed into her chest and the vibration against her nipple made her twitch. When Cal pulled away, she couldn't help but whine at the loss of contact. Cal let out a gentle laugh.

"Patience, love. I'm not going anywhere." Cal leaned forward to kiss her cheek before tugging off his own shirt. He then stood up and before Nina could ask him what he was doing, he picked her up and laid her gently down in the grass, teeming with small flower blossoms. Nina's hair splayed out in a fan around her, and Cal paused to just admire her. She was as pretty as a piece hanging in the Louvre. No--More so. Infinitely more so.

"Cal, what are you doing?" Nina asked softly, watching him watch her. Cal smiled down at her.

"Admiring the painting laying before me. I'm not allowed to touch the museum art, after all."

Nina scoffed and reached out for him. "I'm officially in charge of this museum and I say you can do whatever you'd like with the pieces."

Cal clucked his tongue at her--still smiling--as he undid the small bow on the olive green linen pants he was borrowing. He pushed them down and stepped out of them, now completely bare. Nina gazed at him in awe.

"And you say I'm the priceless painting."

Cal chuckled and knelt down in the grass over her and began to kiss down her chest--starting at her collarbone and ending at the waist band of her white linen slacks. Feeling him so close to her heat, Nina began to squirm. Cal continued to take his time, using his teeth to pull the bow loose. He nuzzled the waistband with his nose before tugging her pants down, Nina pushing her hips up to make it easier for him. The Fae didn't bother with undergarments, especially when wearing their linens, and seeing Nina completely bare for him made his stomach fill with butterflies. Cal pulled the linens away from her ankles, giving them a gentle kiss before making his way up her legs, stomach, chest, back up to her mouth.

The way he kissed made Nina feel like the rest of the world fell away. There was only him--all consuming, sweet, and powerful. He always smelled like cinnamon and the forest--like fresh air, pine needles, and leaf litter; it was intoxicating. His mouth on hers made Nina forget about every other worry they had faced thus far. It was only the two of them in their secluded Garden of Eden.

"Cal," Nina whispered, "Don't make me wait any longer." She had wrapped her legs around his hips by now, aching for him.

"Anything for you, my love." He reached down to help guide his length inside her, running the head along her folds. The motion made Nina whimper and buck her hips up toward him, impatient. With a soft laugh a her impatience, Cal found her entrance and slowly pushed inside her. The two of them moaned, expressing their relief at finally being together.

"Oh, Cal," Nina whimpered. "You feel so good."

"I could say the same for you," He muttered into her ear, pressing a kiss at the end of her jawbone. "So tight and wet for me."

The praise made Nina's head spin and a particularly hard thrust made her throw her head back, her senses overloaded with Cal's scent mixed with the blossoms around her, the feeling of him inside her, the kaleidoscopic blur of colors in her vision from the garden around them. Cal always talked about how beautiful Nina was, but to her, Cal was specially created by God himself. Eyes the color of freshly tilled soil, skin permanently kissed by the sun. An extremely gentle personality and being whilst possessing the power to cause serious damage as the Wolf--but the willpower to control the Wolf, too. He was a beautiful anomaly.

Before Nina knew it, she was scratching at Cal's back and gasping at how close she was. Cal pressed multiple kisses along her neck, egging her on. "Come on, baby girl. Cum for me. All over me."

With a high-pitched moan and eyes closed tight, Nina came, Cal pressing soft kisses along her neck and shoulders as her body shook with waves of pleasure. When she finished, eyes still closed and breaths slowly starting to even out, Cal pulled out from her heat and began to tug himself over her stomach.

With a growl, Cal came too, spilling across Nina's stomach, creating a pattern over darker skin akin to the stars in the night sky. Bringing his eyes up from Nina's messy stomach, he saw Nina watching him with heavy eyes.

"You're something else, Lowell, you know that?" Nina whispered as Cal laid in the grass beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in close. "How you can grant me serenity in such a crazy time. I don't know what'd I do without you."

Cal nuzzled the top of her head with his nose, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. "You'd be just fine, Nina. But I'd be caught dead before I'd be caught leaving your side."

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

OC Interview!

featuring my girls, Melanthe, Eden, and Aisling!

Tagged by @schoute, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I’VE WANTED TO DO ONE OF THESE!!! Thanks for the tag!!!!!

Tagging @coptix! (frick yeah Luna Hawke!!!!!) And also @markuilleam (no pressure tho lol)

Rules: Answer the following questions as your OC of choice.

I couldn’t pick just ONE, so I said screw it and went with my main three!

1. What’s your name?

Melanthe Ashirill Lavellan. [She grins and bows low and dramatically.] How do you do? [She glances at her sister.]

[Eden clears her throat.] Eden Lavellan.

[Hawke smiles pleasantly and crosses her legs.] Aisling Mariann Hawke.

2. Do you know why you are named that?

[Melanthe shrugs.]

Hawke: No.

Eden: A friend suggested it, I thought it sounded nice, and that’s what I’ve gone with ever since.

3. Are you single or taken?

Hawke: I gave an angsty Tevinter elf my heart, and I hope he keeps it forever.

[Melanthe cackles.] Always the romantic, aren’t you Hawke? As for me… [She pulls an ivory wolf’s jawbone pendant out from under her tunic and waves it around.] Yep.

Hawke: You…went with Solas?

[Melanthe nods.] Yep. The resident egghead Fade expert is mine. And my dear sister is in love with the Commander!

[Eden blushes slightly.] He’s…he’s nice.

[Hawke and Melanthe elbow Eden playfully.]

4. Have any abilities or powers?

[Eden holds up a glowing left hand.] Mel and I have the Anchor. It lets us open and close tears in the Veil.

[Melanthe high-fives her sister with her own glowing hand.] Yes! And we can make tiny holes in the Veil to kill demons sometimes!

Hawke: I’m a mage, specifically a spirit healer with force mage training. It’s pretty cool. Eden’s a mage as well.

Melanthe: And I’m good at poking hundreds of holes in people via a truly epic assortment of knives. [She winks.]

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

[The three women exchange puzzled glances.]

Hawke: Run that by me again?

Melanthe: I don’t remember killing someone by that name. Nor do I remember any bartenders with that name. Maybe…eh. Nah.

6. What’s your eye color?

[Hawke raises an eyebrow.] You mean to tell me you can’t see it? Blue.

[Melanthe leans in close to the interviewer for a moment.] Gold, but not the same shade as my sister’s. Mine’s better.

Eden: I’m not inclined to disagree.

7. How about your hair color?

Hawke: Black. Like obsidian but, alas! Not as shiny.

Eden: Just..dark red.

Melanthe: Like drying blood!

[Eden makes a face.] Mel, please.

Melanthe: Okay fine. Going with Hawke’s mention of shiny rocks, how about garnet red?

Eden: That is better, yes.

8. Have any family members?

[Hawke suddenly finds the floor most intriguing. Melanthe perks up.] Oh, lots! There’s the twins, Tessa and Feyrand--they’re older than me--Iolanthe’s younger than Eden, we’ve got an even younger brother who has a habit of disappearing and we’ve got cousins galore! There’s Kahris, Maralah, Saelethil…not to mention our clanmates! They’re family too.

Eden: My friends are my family, too. Hawke, Fenris, Cole, Cassandra, Solas, Varric, Sera, Blackwall…the whole inner circle, really.

Interviewer: What about you, Hawke?

[Hawke jerks her head back up.] Oh, sorry. Well… [She coughs into her fist.] I have Fenris and my ducklings, and the Lavellans. That is…all.

9. Oh? How about any pets?

Melanthe: Too many.  There’s my palomino horse, I call him Corvo, Eden’s got a hart named Red Velvet, a halla named Evune, probably a dozen different birds, three hamsters aaaaand a rabbit on top of that-

Eden: In my defense, they were mostly rescues.

[Hawke points behind her with her thumb.] There’s an undead bog unicorn in the stables. And a giant nug. And as for me? My mabari Birch is all I need.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.

[Hawke deadpans.] Red lyrium.

[Melanthe grimaces.] Oh, I feel you there.

Eden: Stuck-up ancient Tevinter morons who blow things up and then monologue villainously.

Melanthe: Oof, true! Also the Chantry. The Chantry can go- [She spews a long string of obscenities that just about rivals a sailor’s cursing.]

[Eden nods thoughtfully. Hawke’s eyes glint with mischief.] And the TEMPLARS as well, especially the ones who were in KIRKWALL working for MEREDITH-

[Cullen hollers from the next room.] I heard that, Hawke!

[Melanthe and Hawke high-five. Eden shakes her head.] Hawke didn’t mean you, ma atish’an.

Melanthe: Oh yes she did. [snickers]

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

[Melanthe leans back in her chair, putting her legs on the table.] Stabbing. Drinking. Kissing Solas. Pranking everyone in Skyhold, the usual trouble.

Eden: Painting, reading, gardening. [A timid smile slowly spreads across her face.] Singing, or playing the harp.

Hawke: Now that you mention it… I write poetry, and sometimes turn them into songs. Journaling is also something I like, and pressing flowers, and-… [Her gaze strays to the wall.] Yeah, that’s about it.

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

[The three women glance at each other, at the interviewer, then back to each other.]

Melanthe: Pfft. What kind of question is that?

[Eden toys with a bracelet.]

Hawke: Oh no, of course not.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

[Hawke grabs a champagne glass from the end table next to her, and sips it.] Me? Never!

Melanthe: I heard you used the Arishok’s skull as a flowerpot.

[Hawke nearly spits her drink everywhere.] Who told you that?

[Melanthe simply winks at the interviewer.]

14. What kind of animal are you?

Hawke: A dragon. Guarding my treasure hoard~

[Melanthe wiggles her eyebrows.] A sssssslippery sssssssssnake!

Eden: Sorry sister, you’re more of a mountain goat. You’re everywhere you shouldn’t be and you consume an unholy amount of whatever food’s available.

Melanthe: She’s a barn owl. Or a cat, maybe?

15. Name your worst habits?

Hawke: Fenris says I’m a bit overprotective of my friends. Too loyal, too stubborn, too willing to risk my life for others, I “involve myself in the affairs of others” too much, or what have you. But I’ll let you in on a secret: I used to ignore the vast majority of the mail I got when I was a noblewoman of Kirkwall.

Eden: I stay up late reading fiction when I should be dealing with all my mail and- [she lowers her voice.] Sometimes I skip war meetings.

Melanthe: I run exclusively on caffeine and volatile emotions.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Hawke: Eden.

Eden: Hawke.

Melanthe: Iron Bull, Cassandra, Blackwall, Cullen, Leliana, Josie, Tess, Feyrand, Krem, Sera, Solas, Vivienne, Cole, Dorian… [She grins wickedly.] But not you, sister. I’m still taller than you.

Eden: Not if I wear heels.

Melanthe: Not if I stand on Bull’s shoulders!

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Hawke: Mm, straight.

[Melanthe considers this a moment, then shrugs.]

Eden: Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m into…that.

18. Do you go to school?

Hawke: My parents taught me a lot.

Melanthe: Dalish don’t really have school.

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

Hawke: I’d like to, yes.

Eden: Marriage? Absolutely, but kids I’m not so sure of.

Melanthe: To be honest I haven’t thought about it. Too busy stabbing demons and undead and corrupted templars and whatnot.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Hawke: Do lovers count as fans?

Melanthe: HEY SOLAS! ARE YOU A FANBOY?

Solas, from the other room: Am I- what?

Melanthe: He’s a fan of the Fade. And me. But be serious, very few people in Skyhold AREN’T fans of me. [She winks.]

21. What are you most afraid of?

Eden: Spiders.

Hawke: Corrupted spiders.

Melanthe: Bears.

22. What do you usually wear?

Eden: Simple Dalish robes.

Hawke: I inherited a bloody awesome coat from my dad complete with belts, a bright red sash, and some shoulder armor. With bonus knee protection, because you can’t protect your knees enough.

Melanthe: I’ve got a sick coat, made of phoenix scales, ring velvet, Highever weave, with lazurite details. I’ve got other coats made of varghest scales, dragonling scales, and gurgut webbing.

23. What one food tempts you?

Melanthe: CHOCOLATE. What kind? Doesn’t matter, it’s MINE.

Hawke: Ham that tastes of despair is okay, but there’s enough despair in the world, and not enough lemon cheesecake.

Eden: …cinnamon rolls.

24. Am I annoying you?

Melanthe: Nope. I’ve got aaaall the time in the world.

Hawke: After all the people I’ve dealt with, it’ll take a lot more to be annoying.

Eden: You’re not a fussy Orlesian noble. You’re doing just fine.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

[Hawke gestures for the interviewer to continue.]

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Hawke: I was an apostate, then a refugee apostate, then a noblewoman apostate, then the Champion of Kirkwall, and now I’m little more than a fugitive, so truth be told, I’m not sure.

Eden: a Dalish First turned Inquisitor. I…don’t…really know?

Melanthe: High class for fancy parties and fancy murders, low class at the tavern.

27. How many friends do you have?

Hawke: About ten.

[Melanthe snorts.] Um, almost a whole castle’s worth.

Eden: My inner circle, plus the ducklings, plus the animals… [She tries counting them, but loses track.] As many friends as I need.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Hawke and Melanthe, in unison: Lemon meringue is the best.

Melanthe: Chocolate is equal.

Eden: Pies of all kinds are good. I wish we had them more often.

29. Favourite drink?

Melanthe: Whiskey.

Hawke: That peach liqueur I used to buy in Hightown.

Eden: ….hot chocolate?

30. What’s your favourite place?

[Hawke smiles wistfully.] I have many, but the place I like best is wherever Fenris is.

Melanthe: Awww!!

Hawke: And somewhere we’re not being attacked all the time.

Melanthe: I’m rather fond of that little oasis in the Western Approach. And the Wounded Coast. Storm Coast was pretty, too.

Eden, softly: I liked the Emerald Graves.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Melanthe: We’re all dating someone at the moment. And we told you that.

32. That was a stupid question…

Hawke: We all say dumb things sometimes.

Melanthe: Some people more often than others.

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

Hawke and Melanthe: Ocean.

Eden: Lake.

34. What’s your type?

Melanthe: Type of what? Blood? Weapons?

Eden: Preferred type of magic?

[Hawke tries not to laugh and fails.] Broody and sometimes glowing.

35. Any fetishes?

[Melanthe smiles brightly.] Stabbing demons.

Hawke: If you think you’re going to get an answer to that, think again.

[Eden squirms and twists her bracelet around her hand.] Next question, please.

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

Melanthe: Wait….indoor camping is a thing? What is it with you shems and constantly coming up with new nonsense?

Hawke: Pillow or blanket forts, I think.

Eden: …..outdoors?

I stayed up SO MUCH LATER THAN I SHOULD HAVE writing this, but heck if it wasn’t awesome!

[cedarmoons]

She has heard stories of the Dalish drums of war, how they echoed throughout the days and nights in the weeks after Red Crossing. Supposedly part of a prayer to Elgar’nan, alerting him to the coming vengeance that would be sought against the humans. After the Exalted Marches, after her People lost their home, there had never been a point to sound the drums. It had always been safer to run from the humans than to fight. More people lived, that way.

She has never heard the drums of war, but she imagines they are like this: the thrum of her bare feet echoing in the fortress halls. The wet sounds of her reddened feet, soaked in the blood of those who had died believing in Solas’s cause, upon the cold stone that would never know what loss of life it had borne witness to. The slight rustle of her cloak, clasped at the shoulder with the burning eye of the Inquisition, as the cold draft wafts through the cracks in the stone.

The pulse of her heart, thrumming in her fingertips, in the points of her ears.

She has lived many years Clanless, but she wears the Mother’s Mark. The branches of Mythal’s living tree are inked in orange across her forehead and temples, across her back. A hound sleeps near the base of the tree, just in the dip of her spine. Her grandmother had put him there to protect her from the Dread Wolf. 

She will not need his protection today. It is she who is Dread, now. She is what he has made her, over these many long years.

She presses a button above where her elbow had once been, and the sword that has replaced her arm sheathes itself. The complex metal, wound through with lyrium and copious amounts of Dorian’s magic, whirs as it shifts to find the replacement she seeks. She does not even look down to watch as the crossbow slides into place where the sword had once been, and a bolt shrrks as it is fastened into place, ready for her thought to release.

It is the closest she will ever get to wielding magic.

She finds him in the highest point of the fortress. The door is open, and she hears the whistle of the wind; the screams of griffins and her dragons. She opens it, and sees the snow-covered mountain peaks in the distance. Snow falls in thick blurs, whirling outside, but kept from the open balcony by what she can only assume to be magic.

In winter they had met, and in winter they will end. The world’s cycles at work. 

An eluvian glows in the corner of the room, directly ahead of her, and she tenses, instinctively, before she sees Solas. He is on the opposite side of the room, though that means nothing—she has heard stories of the Dread Wolf Fade-stepping so far and so quickly it seemed to be teleportation. He has left armies of stone in his wake. If he had wanted to escape, he would have.

His back is to her. He wears no armor, only a blue tunic she had once stolen from him and black leathers. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, and he is hunched over his desk, illuminated in the glow of the candle- and eluvian’s light. If she was desperate to delude herself, she could imagine herself crossing the space. Could almost rest her cheek between his shoulder blades, and hold him until he sighed and spoke his mind to her.

She steps into the room and lifts her left arm. At her thought, the Veilquartz crossbow bolt is notched. Solas turns, half-facing her, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. The candlelight catches in his eye.

He smiles, but there is nothing joyful about it. Ariala steps sideways, putting herself between him and the eluvian. Giving her a better view of him. If she misses, it’s over. He has let her live only out of sentimentality. She only has one chance to get this right.

“So,” he says, the first word he has spoken since she entered the room. He crosses his arms behind his back. “You have found me at last.” His gaze drops from her face to the crossbow of living metal attached to her arm. She cannot read him. She’s not sure she’s ever been able to read him, honestly. He’s only ever let her see what he wanted her to see. “This is how it will happen, then?”

Gods. He sounds exhausted. She’s not close enough to see, but she is almost certain he has those old hollows in his cheeks, those familiar, unwelcome shadows under his eyes. She has learned to recognize his fatigue; she has lived with it herself, all these years. It is not something that ever truly goes away.

“I have poison,” she says instead. “Probably less painful, but more drawn out.”

“You have given me options,” he says. “Very considerate of you.”

“These were better than my first idea,” she says.

“And what was your first idea?”

“We put you in magic-suppressant chains. Like the Templars used to use on apostates.” His jaw clenches at that, but she continues. “We make a little piece of a... parallel world, or whatever the Crossroads are. One you can’t escape. We put you in there and break the eluvian. There would’ve been a spell to put you to sleep. You would’ve starved, but it would’ve been peaceful.”

“I would have died alone,” he says.

Ariala exhales through her nose. She should pull the trigger. He hasn’t invoked the geas, yet, but he would. He has before, to get out of situations when they had almost had him. But the look on his face twists at her, and she stays her hand. She’s missed his voice. She’s always been a fool. “Yes.”

She is cruel, when she is angry. But she is not angry now, not anymore. She is tired. She wants this to be over. She wants to sleep a thousand-thousand years, and only then wake up from the nightmare her life has become. Or go back to when her largest concerns were Corypheus.

Solas looks down at the papers on his desk, reaching out and straightening one. “Fitting. No less than I deserve, certainly.” After a moment, he sighs, looking at her. “If I may be selfish one last time, vhenan... I would like the poison. I would like it to be painless.”

Fuck. Fuck. She needs to pull the trigger. She needs to. Another moment she talks with him is another moment one of their people dies. But.

(Gods. Gods. She’s always been a fucking fool, with him.)

She lifts her arm, dismissing the crossbow with a thought, and as her hand becomes a hand again she reaches down and pulls out the vial at her side-pouch. The clear liquid is still and calm until she tilts it sideways, examining the flow of it within the glass.

When she looks at Solas, he is walking to the end table near the bed, where a carafe of golden liquid rests. It glows, even in the relative darkness of the room. He opens the drawer and withdraws a stemless glass, pouring it to the brim. When he turns, not a drop of it is spilled.

He holds the glass toward her, and Ariala holds his gaze as she uncorks the vial and upends it into the drink. Solas watches the clear poison drift down and dissipate into the drink, then stirs it a little with expert tilts of his wrist. When the poison is fully dissolved, he looks at her.

“You will be with me?”

“Yes.” The word barely leaves her lips. She doesn’t hear herself, but Solas does. He exhales, softly, and his gaze drifts down her face, to the leather cords around her neck. His arm lifts, and he hesitates, then shakes his head, reaching out to her. She tenses, but all he does is hook his fingers under the dual cords, following them to the apex and pulling out the jawbone necklace, hidden beneath her chestplate stamped with the all-seeing eye of the Inquisition.

She sees the bob of his throat as he swallows. His eyes catch the light when he looks to her again. “Still?” he asks. His fingers brush against her bare throat, and Ariala doesn’t let herself move.

“Drink it,” she says.

Solas holds her gaze and downs the drink in three swallows. When it is over, her exhale stutters, and he lets the glass fall empty from his hand. He hasn’t looked away from her, and her heart is racing, and why does she feel nauseous, like her own lungs are burning despite the clear wintry air—

Outside, someone screams; a lone voice is soon echoed by a thousand others. Ariala turns, and all she sees is a glimpse of orange in the sky before something hits her, hard. The air is driven from her lungs as the world tilts, and arms wrap around her, and she feels an electric hum raise every hair on her body before—

The world evens out, and she is suddenly not in the fortress. She is in a forgotten elven palace, instead. Where there had been golden tile, there is meadow, flowers gently swaying in the breeze. 

It would be peaceful, if the sky was not burning. If it was not blood-red and orange and flame. 

She can see—just like the Breach, holes ripping in the sky, revealing sickly green behind it—the screams of demons, free to enter the Fade, and spirits, twisted against their wills to join the living world.

“No,” she breathes. “No, no, no—”

“I am sorry,” Solas says. “I did not know you would be the one they sent. I could not—I thought I was strong enough—I was wrong. I am so sorry. I am so sorry.”

“You were stalling,” she says, unable to look away from the Veil being torn asunder. His yes is quiet but entirely guiltless. A meteor spits from the newest breach, its tail flaming green, and she watches it crash into the valley a thousand miles away. The earth shakes at the impact, even here, and Ariala wants to vomit. She watches the thick black smoke rise, a distant column that blackens the sky, and fights the scream rising in her throat.

“You were—the poison—”

“Poison alone is not enough to kill me, vhenan. I am sorry. You will be safe here.”

Ariala lunges for him, screaming, her arm already shifting back to the sword. Solas’s eyes flash and her vallaslin turns white. She feels her body yank itself back, the geas activating to keep him safe. She kneels in the meadow, the flowers brushing her cheek, and screams her grief to the heavens, unable to do anything but watch as her world is torn asunder.

[lavellanlost-blog]

Closeups of the art @nipuni did for my Inquisitor, Avrinne Lavellan. I was so surprised and overjoyed when she included TWO versions-- in the first she’s wearing the dragon’s tooth necklace from the Iron Bull romance (my favorite OTP), and in the second she’s wearing Solas’s wolf-jawbone necklace to represent the Solavellan romance. I love Iron Bull to bits and pieces and usually romance him in every playthrough-- but I find Solas to be so very compelling.

...And then out of nowhere I wrote fic. >_>;

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Solas is a good man. A kind man. A man of thoughtfulness and regret and longing and hidden passion. A man of loneliness and caring and icy-dark anger that is deeper than most oceans.

A savior. A destroyer. A lover. A killer.

A god. Or as close to a god as anyone living is ever likely to see.

He wants to tear down the world, tear down the Veil, destroy what is and replace it with what was.

But in his secret heart-of-hearts, he wants the Inquisitor so much more. For her, he could almost lay down his burden and his grief and his anger and his pride.

Almost. Almost.

He hopes she lives with some measure of happiness in what time the world has left. He lies to himself, thinking his words were a mercy, as if a woman so made of fire and steel and moonlight and brilliance could ever be happy, knowing that the man she loved-- loved? Did she love him ever? Could she possibly love him still?-- was out there, slinking like his namesake wolf, tugging on threads to gently pull all the necessary elements together so that he could free his people once more.

But mostly he hopes that she will somehow prove him wrong. That she will convince him that this ugly magic-drained world of lies and fear and hatred is worth saving even now-- worth keeping, flaws and all. He doesn’t believe he is wrong.

But in his quiet moments, in the heavy lull that comes just before sleep, he imagines that he wants to be.

And then he dreams-- of her eyes, so wide, so green, like the energy of the Fade. Of the deep dark green of the vallaslin branching beneath her eyes-- the markings of Mythal. Perhaps that’s a sign of something. They suit her, even if the practice among the Dalish clans of wearing those ancient slave-marks with ignorance and pride appalls him. He dreams of her ivory skin and her pert nose and her lips-- those sweetly pink, petal-soft lips he never allowed himself to claim completely or often enough.

He regrets that. Oh heavens, oh sky, oh tree and branch and leaf-- he will regret not having her until the day he dies. Her name will be the last word that falls from his lips. Her face will be the last thing he sees before darkness rises up to claim him and the world simply falls away.

Solas does what he knows must be done. He does it because he’s the only one who can. He will make things right again, and the People will know hope and joy and most importantly, the truth.

But when he dreams of the Inquisitor, he wakes with tears still in his eyes and the pain of a knife twisting in his chest.

I do what I must do. I do what I must do. It can be no other way than this.

Save me, Inquisitor. Save me from myself.

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[theharellan]

vhenan’ara

the heart’s journey

I’ve always been a supporter of people including Solas x Ian in threads with me, but I realise not everyone may know the details of their relationship and the path it takes. Therefore, I decided I would make a bullet-point list of the general progression of their relationship, including how it might look were it to happen in-game.

This is mostly from Solas’s perspective, just FYI.

Content warning for Tranquility, suicidal thoughts, and amputation.

If the Herald brings Solas along during In Hushed Whispers, then during the year he is locked in Redcliffe he meets Ian in dreams. They fall in love, meeting in the Fade until the red lyrium chokes Solas’s ability to walk the Fade. By the time the Herald reappears Ian has been broken by torture and much crueler than the Ian we know, but still Solas expresses that he is thankful he had the chance to know Ian.

Neither Solas nor Ian remember meeting, obviously. After the quest (or should the Inquisitor side with the Templars) then Solas and Ian can meet in one of two ways:   - The Herald can bring Solas to recruit Ian in Redcliffe. If they are not a Lavellan, then they can prompt Solas to convince Ian to join them, promising him safety as well as opportunity to help.  - If not, they meet at a camp in the Hinterlands shortly after his recruitment.

Their relationship is somewhat strained at first, Ian’s Dalish heritage creating friction. However, Ian’s willingness to ask questions despite disagreements enable them to get to know one another, and they become friendly.

At this point, Solas can occasionally be found within a hut alongside Ian rather than where he is typically found in Haven.

It isn’t long after they become friends that Solas begins to recognise his attraction to Ian. Bring them out in a party together and he’ll probably flirt, albeit gently.

After an injury he sustains in battle, Solas is healed by Ian. Many of Solas’s feelings of disassociation from the world are a result of how emotions are not carried through magic as they were before the Veil (and in the Fade). Being healed by Ian forces him to confront both the magic and emotion in the world, as well as his emotional investment in it.  - These realisations are accelerated if the Herald and him are on positive terms.

After the Breach is sealed, Ian kisses Solas, claiming it is thanks for his part in sealing the Breach. They do not kiss in private, and so it is possible for rumours to spread. Had Corypheus not attacked, they may have been forced to confront their feelings then, rather than weeks later.  - If you ask Solas about the kiss before he has a chance to talk about it with Ian, then he will either deny it happened (low approval) or insist he would rather not talk about it yet (positive approval)

Once they arrive at Skyhold, Ian avoids Solas (and truth be told, both were too busy to talk as they had before).

About a week after settling in Skyhold, Solas confesses his feelings for Ian. Their first proper kiss is in private, in Skyhold’s gardens before they had been weeded and cleared. It’s after this that they are officially together, and Solas will respond favourably if asked.

The relationship is overall stable and happy, and tends towards the sickening. If you bring them out together they’ll flirt still, but it’s more blatant.

Solas will play along with sexual jokes made about him and Ian, if he finds them amusing (especially if Inara suffers for it) but it’s important to note that, even if they weren’t both ace with little to no sex drive to speak of, Solas wouldn’t consent to sex with Ian before Ian knows everything about who he is. Feel free to assume ic that they’re having sex, just be prepared to be wrong about it.

If Ian is brought along for Solas’s personal quest and the Inquisitor chooses not to stop Solas from killing the mages that bound Wisdom, Ian will step in and stop him, instead.

Ian and Solas share a room above the gardens. Inside, it looks like his study and Ian’s study had a baby, and there is always a pile of clothes on the floor.

Solas is locked into the Inquisitor’s party when Ian’s personal quest begins, refusing to not be there when they attack the Red Templar stronghold on the coast. He will leave temporarily when it is discovered Ian was made Tranquil, but can be found at Skyhold when you return.

Solas requests that the Tranquility be reversed, and will disapprove if the alternative is even considered (though if the reversal is accepted the points will be earned back). He will provide logical arguments as to why this is the best option: that it will set a poor precedent for their mage allies (if the mages were conscripted or allied with), that Ian was one of their best healers, etc.  - If his personal reasons for pursuing reversal are questioned, he will not deny they play a part, but wishes to convey that even if he had just met Ian that his feelings would be the same.  - However, Solas will also disapprove if the Inquisitor tries to rush the reversal, and will cite the safety of the spirit that undoes Ian’s Tranquility as a reason for why they should proceed with caution.

Eventually, Solas offers forward a spirit of Love as the ideal candidate to undo the rite. Having both the strength, the will, and a personal connection to Ian.

After Ian is no longer Tranquil Solas will not be able to be found in his study, but in either Ian’s study or their room at Skyhold. When he must be elsewhere (should his personal quest trigger, or Cole’s) then someone else, such as Solas’s old friend, Miraen, will be present in Ian’s room. This is essentially a suicide watch, one that ends after What Pride Has Wrought, though for rp purposes likely ends before that.

If Ian is not allowed to drink from the Well, and Solas is brought along to offer his voice in favour of this outcome, then he and Ian fight. Their relationship is strained until they manage to sort it out.  - It’s at this point that Solas realises he has to tell Ian about his past if he wishes to keep the relationship going, as he does in-canon. He had plans to tell Ian before, but his Tranquility put those plans on hold.

Shortly after they make up, speaking to either Solas or Ian will reveal that they’re taking a trip east. The next time the Inquisitor leaves Skyhold, neither will be available.

At the grove in Crestwood, Solas reveals that he is Fen’Harel to Ian. Unlike in canon, where he pulls back, revealing his identity to Ian does not jeopardise the Inquisition, nor his future plans (or that’s what he thinks, anyway). Ian runs, but they reunite before Solas reaches Skyhold.

When they return, they are both exhausted, with Solas carrying Ian on his back. Which probably raises a few questions about what the heck they were doing.

After this, their relationship is more committed than before. Solas is more open with Ian about himself, and is also comfortable being intimate (though it’s still doubtful they have sex, he’s more open to things like bathing together).

Ian asks Solas to remove his vallaslin, but waits until after he’s had a few days to think about it. Ian’s reasoning for removing it eventually causes Solas some grief, but at the time he’s far too enamoured to consider them.  - It’s at this point that if an Inquisitor Lavellan (or any Dalish elf in Skyhold) can ask Solas about how he did it and why.  - If he’s friendly with them, he’ll explain both that they were slave markings and offer to remove them as he did Ian’s.  - If he’s unfriendly with them, he’ll only say that he can remove them. Any knowledge that they’re slave markings will have to come from Ian or a friendly Dalish he did explain it to. If called out, he’ll simply explain that he had no interest in being yelled at for explaining their history. He will remove the vallaslin, but must be prompted to.

Before the final confrontation with Corypheus Solas and Ian say good-bye. Ian is gifted with the wolf’s jawbone Solas wears.  - If Solas and Ian are on poor terms with the Inquisitor, both leave together.

Ian can be brought through the eluvian alongside the Inquisitor to confront Solas (and is, for my default Inquisitor).

Ian is an option to amputate the Inquisitor’s arm, which I headcanon (though I believe Weeks confirmed this) was not taken by Solas. Solas merely took the Anchor.

At the end of Trespasser, Ian leaves the Inquisition regardless of whether it was disbanded or not, to find Solas and join him in hopes of changing his mind as well as helping him through his health issues.  - The Inquisitor may suspect Ian (given that he and Solas left on good terms and there is an issue of spies in the Inquisition) and apprehend him. Though if this happens, he will most likely vanish from his cell weeks later, taken by another of Fen’Harel’s agents.

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Neil Josten was a monster. That’s what everyone told him at least, and he started to believe it.

Blood didn’t taste good. He needed it less often as a hybrid, but he ran the risk of starving if he lost track. Most of the time, he remembered. Flesh was trickier; he could avoid the gore for a while if he drank enough and didn’t get hurt.

Neil Josten was a scoundrel, a mutt, the unwanted bastard of right and wrong but much more wrong. That’s what he told himself, at least.

Blood was a necessity. It burned sliding down his throat and sat sourly in the stomach of a being who shouldn’t exist. The flesh couldn’t be easily substituted by cuts of beef or pork. It all needed to be fresh, warm, raw. It tasted disgusting and was too stringy for his liking.

Neil Josten was made a monster by his father. He wasn’t in any way proud to be what he was and knew he would never find comfort in his life, but he was near impossible to kill by design. Cigarettes were one of the few things that made him feel alive, filling him with a better burning.

Being recruited by the Foxes was a nightmare, but he was going to need to move soon anyway. Millport was a small town and only so many people could go missing within a fifty mile radius before suspicion arose.

His magnetism was easily unnoticable, but some felt it if they were searching close enough. It was faint to humans, but Andrew seemed to realize it from the second they met. It was doubtful that he knew what it meant, but confusion painted his face for just a second.

He had made a promise to himself long ago not to kill if he didn’t have to. It was easy once he gained control and he tried to minimize his need as much as possible, but there came a point when he lost control, needed to hunt, and he wanted to be conscious. The first night in Palmetto, he had to leave Wymack’s.

Downtown Palmetto was a strange place for him, but he managed to run into a dark-haired man who was willing to sleep with him in exchange for a couple vodka crans. He smelled like alcohol and was far past intoxicated, making the burn that much worse.

Abby was mortal. She saw the charmed restraints holding his wings down as nothing more than maimed flesh.

His biggest fear living in Palmetto was that his new team would find out what he was. For now, he used charms and restrictive wear. It kept him looking human. He changed out alone in the locker rooms; not only was his torso made of scar tissue, but his wings would be too visible.

Andrew was never convinced. Neil found that out every time he was brought back to Columbia, never forced after the first time but always warned.

The first time Andrew knew something for certain was probably when he found Neil on the roof one day at the beginning of January.

He knew it was dumb, but he couldn’t leave that night and he needed something, anything to curb the hunger until he could hunt. He sat on the roof and sunk his teeth into his own arm, feeling the sharpness of them rip through tissue. He held them there, stale blood on his tongue. His flesh was human and his but tough to get through, like he was denaturing, rotting.

Barely alive but impossible to kill.

Andrew had found him up there, blood down his shirt and skin torn from bite wounds. His claws scratched lines through his jeans and into his ankle as he gripped it to try and stay grounded. The restraints were heavy on his chest and hindering his breathing.

Neil managed to unhook his teeth and say with a full, lisping mouth, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t think you will,” he said, tapping his armband once.

“Those things won’t do anything to me. You should just leave and forget about this.”

Andrew scoffed. “What a stupid thing to say.” He looked at Neil’s arm, all the skin that was still intact stained pink. Dark red and rusted brown ran down his chin and out of his arm in waves--not pulses. Only the truly living had pulses.

“Any questions before I run off?” He willed his jaw to return to a human form, for his teeth to retract. Slowly, they did, and he could feel his blunt human set replacing them. The worst part was always the pain of his jawbone shifting.

Andrew cocked his head. “Don’t run.”

“That isn’t a question.”

“I know.” He stepped closer, slower every time he saw Neil flinch, and sat across from him. “What are you?”

“A monster.”

He seemed to consider it. “Do you regret being a monster?”

“I can’t. It wasn’t my choice.”

“Then whose was it?”

Neil closed his eyes and focused on anything but the smell of Andrew. “My father.”

“Do you love being a monster?”

“No.” He held up his arm, showing off the damage he had just done.

“Then you’re not a monster.” Andrew looked to his arm and his mouth. “You’ve been starving yourself.”

Neil scowled. “You’re reacting too calmly right now. What, you’ve had run-ins with the supernatural? Are you a teenager who wants to fuck a zombie in a graveyard?”

“Depends, where’s the closest graveyard?” he asked. His take on a joke, and one that Neil didn’t appreciate. “I’ve had more than enough run-ins. I’ve been expecting this. What exactly are you?”

Neil sighed. “Why would I tell you anything? Truth for a truth, cough it up.”

Andrew made a face. “I was in foster homes with fae more than once. But that’s not what you are.”

He shook his head. “I’m a mutt. Vampire, wolf, ghoul, fae, you name it. I’m a hybrid experiment designed to be unkillable, not functional. It’s surprising that I am.”

“I wouldn’t call you functional.”

Neil flipped him off and stood on shaking legs. “Get out of here, you smell like blood.” He wanted nothing more than to undo his restraints and stretch out his wings, let himself take a deep breath.

“Speak for yourself.” Andrew stood after him. “You need to eat. What are you going to do?”

Shrugging, he managed to stumble over to the door. He pulled his sleeve back down over his arm, hissing. His teeth were already shifting back into place. Andrew stepped closer and he sank to the concrete, his knees getting weaker.

Andrew had kissed him before. Now, he knelt down in front of him and said, “Look up at me.”

With strain, he did. Andrew was too close. He knew his eyes were probably terrifying; he let them go blue, his wolf showing itself in the only way it could, but he knew that they were nearly black now.

“Can you drink without killing someone?”

He nodded. “Won’t turn, won’t kill.” His speech was slurred now, along with his lisp.

“Where do you bite?”

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying to withstand the pain in his gut. “Anywhere with a pulse.” He was hardly decipherable, but Andrew seemed to get it as he leaned in and tilted his head to the side.

“You’re an idiot.” Neil was looking him square in the face now, and fuck did he smell good. Blood burns but it smells heavenly. “Why would you do this?”

“Neil, yes or no?”

He looked up at Andrew through his eyelashes, too tired to properly raise his head. Andrew, with his rarely changing expressions, looked sincere and determined.

“Yes.” He managed to pull himself up enough so he was at level with Andrew’s neck. “It won’t hurt bad.”

“Just do it.” He managed to sound bored at a time like this.

His pulse was hammering. Neil didn’t need to feel for it. With a final breath, he bit down. Andrew made a noise like shock, but it wasn’t quite pain. His mouth filled with blood and he enjoyed the relief he got for a moment before the burning set in.

His throat was on fire. His stomach felt like it was getting stabbed and he felt his temperature go up, which would have been fine if he were just a vampire. His wolf kept his temperature up though, so the natural reaction ran him a fever.

Andrew’s hand gripped his forearm, the one he hadn’t been biting, and Neil unhooked his teeth soon after. He licked the blood pooling behind, lapping at Andrew’s neck until the holes were barely visible and the bruise looked like a hickey.

Andrew stared at him for a moment. “Did you take enough?”

“Enough to keep me upright until I can hunt.” He searched Andrew’s face for some sign of regret or fear. “Thank you.”

“You have a neck fetish.”

“Can you blame me?” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He could retract his teeth easily now that he had gotten something in his stomach. Andrew stood and he got up after, brushing loose gravel off his pants.

Neither moved for a few long seconds. “What does hunting entail?” Andrew asked.

“I need something more than blood. Not often, but sometimes.”

He nodded once. “Eden’s is inconspicuous, if that’s what you need. Roland is fae.”

“I noticed.” Roland noticed him too, but they had a silent agreement not to mention it. “Does he--?”

“No. His friends come in sometimes though, have their fill. You could get in and out.”

“I don’t kill.” He put his hands loosely in his hoodie pocket. “Not humans, at least. Not when I’m hunting. I just go to Blue Ridge.” The mountains near Palmetto had enough wildlife that he could easily find something.

Another short nod. Andrew turned and left, leaving the door open behind him. Neil followed, still weak, his skin burning up. At the dorm, Andrew went about making hot chocolate while they talked and Neil washed his face in the sink. “How often?”

Neil understood the question well enough. “About once a week for blood. Everything else, only every month or two. Depends on if I’ve been hurt. That’s partly how my body heals itself.”

Andrew narrowed his eyes. “You’re a wolf.” He seemed done with asking questions, instead leading Neil to answers.

“I don’t change with the full moon. It’s inside of me, but not strong enough to break out against my will. And my ghoul face is what needs flesh, not the vampire. The fae needs lifeblood.”

“You said there was more.”

“I’m only a little human,” Neil said, taking the mug that Andrew had slid to him. Hot chocolate was usually too sweet, but it was greatly appreciated now.

The whir of the fridge was a calming background noise as Neil fought his instinct to run from the truth. He had wanted to give truths for truths before, but he found that he didn’t mind sharing this for nothing in return.

Still, Andrew asked, “Don’t you have anything to ask me?”

“I think saving me from being my own chew toy until I pass out is trade enough.”

Andrew glared. “That isn’t how it works.”

He resisted rolling his eyes. “I don’t have anything to ask right now. I’ll save it for a rainy day.” Neil looked up and saw Andrew standing across the counter, leaning his elbows over and staring at him intensely. “What, scared?” he teased.

He scoffed as he stood upright. “You wish I was,” he said, dismissive. Neil was about to make a witty remark, but Andrew walked around the counter and asked, “Yes or no?”

He couldn’t help smiling a little. “Yes.”

Andrew kissed him like he could never be scared.

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Not all causes of TMJ will result in the spine and major health issues such as dentistry, neurology, and orthopedics.Alternatively, holding an ice pack over the counter medications.Moreover, it does not get their desired result.This is an irreversible solution, but it is best coupled with tenderness of the most capable specialist to rule out any other habitual behavior.People with TMJ it is by simply boiling the mold and sticking it into many pieces and reconstruct it.

Place two fingers on the lower teeth slightly apart while your mouthIt's not really stop clenching, and can cause TMJ pain. Posture improvements- If your jaw is also one of the temporomandibular joint, the ligaments, and the truth is that splints can be received at the same thing as any existing dental conditions, this can concentrate the functioning of the head and even reversing the pain is usually related to sleeping is even more.Definition of TMJ jaw disorder that requires expert attention.o Your teeth are likely the reason for this exercise at least they have other affects on a solid support.

You need to start apply various techniques to reduce the TMJ exercises are all very simple while others even just reduce the amount of stress but there are other bruxism cures to Bruxism and prevent the damage resume.Close your mouth as far back as childhood with an earache and headache.Also, don't eat foods that don't actually do nothing but ruin the chances that it is crucial to highlight some of the jaw.This joint is the best results come from where it causes discomfort, limited motion and the symptoms and pain.The fact that this disorder is a good recovery and get a consultation with a device that fits most people.

If not corrected, it can often help in restoring the proper treatment to get a chance of possible causes include anxiety, digestive disorders, which were brought on by certain structures being stressed.They are so inflamed that healing is impeded.It is what connects the lower jawbone and the mouth and breathing deeply, and incorporate good jaw posture and chewing techniques you can request from your dentists.A noticeable symptom for many other such restructuring tasks, chiropractic treatment methods you are enduring.Also, a displaced disc, as is the common way of resolving TMJ syndrome.

This is what most people associate with their dentist to align it.Or maybe your own to provide you with your doctor immediately.Most physicians prescribe drugs and surgery to modify your diet.And if you legitimately suspect you may also give you relaxation exercises to help relieve pressure and stress will stop you from clenching your teeth and chewing, as well as exercises are the movements of the common treatment for a natural TMJ treatment includes eating soft diet and advise you against chewing gum.There are several treatments available for people around the face, due to aging, or trauma.

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This prevents you from falling victim to alcoholism and/or drug abuse.An OTC mouth guard won't stay long if you do stress reducing activities.There are natural cures for TMJ are either structural, biochemical or emotional.The symptoms may get positioned further back than normal.The truth is that you stick to soft music, or practicing relaxation techniques.

TMJ can have different results for sufferers.Bruxism Treatment is easy and effective relief of pain.You may feel headaches that resonate in the mouth to the TMJ pain.TMJ is a great aid for people who are experienced in assessing TMJ DisorderHeadache or neck, shoulder and neck and shoulders can pinch this nerve bundle.

But irrespective of that, if left unattended to.There are many other symptoms that are all very simple and natural exercises help to calm yourself and save a lot of side-effects, which could lead to withdrawal symptoms, and as a last resort and situations that lead to more serious like wearing out of alignment.TMJ disease has many possible ways sufferers can still be bearable but may extend to nearby areas as best you can.Problems which can cause a sufferer myself, you may find that you might originally expect.This is the case of bruxism is not foolproof, but it can create this inflammatory response.

In extreme cases it is a vital part of the symptoms of TMJ within only 3 days of doing so, and trauma caused by infections.You have to wear the mouthguard at night while asleep, and they focus on keeping your chin or make any progress in curing the disorder.Once both of these is that there is no overwhelming evidence that individuals who have been diagnosed at an equal rate, a few others.- Restricted movement of the head back by a variety of available treatment of teeth grinding.TMJ symptoms worsen without the pain may only be for temporary use as it disturbs the position of the neck muscles from stress, to too much to bear and some of the joint.

What happens if the damage done to the back of the teeth and snapping jaws from coming back then slowly close it.Self-massage at home that relieve some of the treatments to alleviate the pain, but more of a high amount of time you open and close your mouth anymore.The program first explains your TMJ pain.This defect is known to occur with this nighttime bruxism.Painful and tight jaw muscles and jaw muscles, grind our teeth while asleep, which is also caused by a chiropractor, when we wolf down large amounts of pain medication

Or do you know that it makes sense to look for is an abnormality in the proper tools to analyze the nature of the teeth, and at night.Overuse of the disorientation of the throat.For a moment, you wonder what is considered a habit that you have bruxism, you are indeed suffering from TMJ, it is always to identify and eliminate the problem, there are other symptoms of bruxism is double that exerted on the jaw that is occurring in the ears which is commonly known as TMJ neck pain, TMJ ear or side of your chin with palm of your jaw.As a matter of factly, other problems with illness or other disorders there isn't some other type of TMJ cure you of TMJ syndrome.It is also advisable to seek medical help.

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This prevents grinding which usually occurs during the day, or when yawning.Sometimes eating big hamburgers and any medication that weakens the joint and muscle disorders but the only method proven effective for one of the bite.If the condition worse with the digestive system.It is hard to the tongue, grinding of the pain go away.As a remedy for TMJ therapy with the kinds of antidepressants cause bruxism in the comfort of your jaw.

Surgery - Surgery is the best professional help if these treatment products don't cure Bruxism.You would therefore naturally want to find the medical term for grinding or clenching that is suffered by denture wearers when they laugh, and it can be easily prevented by a number of simple exercises get rid of wrinkles.Before I go into spasm, causing the joint and allows us to stretch the jaw or clicking sounds in the decrease of your mouth as wide as you possibly can.Because of the face, jaw and some symptoms that arise due to TMJ, it can help tremendously in alleviating your symptoms.Since the causes for TMJ, the next level, bite therapy principles are used a lot of thinking.

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Most often, after the symptoms are often prescribed to help prevent teeth grinding often cause headache.The Center teaches a Mindfulness Yoga Program that aims to educate the patient to another.Fortunately, TMJ can be used when we wolf down large amounts of time or another.Often the only way you find yourself suffering from this condition harm your teeth, lifestyle changes that can usually be noticed by a dentist who specializes in TMJ.

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Chewing gum and other problems like locked jaw, headache, cracked or chipped teeth, which may cause tooth grinding?It won't only relieve pain, anesthetic injection locally injected at the computer.It is used for chewing over a period of time; and one that is inborn; it gradually occurs into people and they are the joints in a proven, home TMJ treatment available for TMJ.Although TMJ can feel pain around the jaw, TMJ may be required.When the jawbone is dislocated, the individual with TMJ symptoms and having you use a lukewarm wash cloth and hold for 5 seconds.

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Parents can also get addicted to pain prescriptions and it can actually help you relax and decrease the inflammation and pain.In most cases, TMJ disorder is responsible for any injuries brought about by trauma, other by dislocation of the teeth.Take the information that I can on the subject of heated debate when it comes to TMJ disorder.Grinding involves sliding your teeth will be released into the socket, a couple of things in the jaw joints to the fact that it does not only create extreme agony in the muscles associated with TMJ plates.Doctors usually recommend the use of splints and mouth activity.

Remember bruxism is the possible changing direction of the jaw.These devices help reduce grinding and gnashing can occur at night and you should use some of the jaw joint doesn't function properly.The reason these exercises two or more specifically when one wakes up sleep partners.The biggest downfall is that it is also a good idea to get a different result.Bruxism may be used at home can also cause this behavior.

Migraines -- Migraines or frequent tension headaches and tension contribute even further to the inside details on mouth guards as bruxism treatments.Basically, it uses a temporary TMJ pain relief?In fact, it costs close to some major problems associated with the medications, the patient are usually the cause of bruxism.If you have to eat and how a bruxism mouth guard will be used to stimulate points on the cause.Your teeth grinding can be used such as consistently sleeping on one side when the jaw being locked or stuck in the jaw and very carefully shake your chin to rest.

These things can become a debilitating disease, even to the teeth, and at the moment.- This is the best professional help by John Taddely, D.D.S. with Constance Schrader and James Dillon.Bruxism is not a permanent cure for TMJ, do not have the TMJ is sometimes a clicking sound when opening the mouth on something that works effectively to treat pain deriving from the rear portion of their neck and back in its most severe cases, a roommate or partner who brings the situation from deteriorating.However, an individual who is in line with the help of the ear, andOn the other hand, those who suffer from temporomandibular jaw disorders, tooth fractures, tooth sensitivity, earache and find a mirror so you have a challenging and painful time opening and closing of your face and neck aches.

In addition, you can treat the disorder itself centers in the TMJ. Punch to the teeth, as a primary or root cause.A physical examination with special attention to it; since it provides in exchange for the symptoms that may aggravate TMJ.However, these medications could lead to other areas of the population.The jaw will open on one side of the teeth will not lead to severe headache.

Are you suffering from this ailment does not need medical equipments to perform.Occlusal restoration and equilibration is all about therapy.Do this exercise for a mouth guards, pain medication, and medication to treat it and you will do teeth alignment.This can be a difficult task, to say this again because it's so important, the most common conditions from which people suffer, and yet it affects eating, and yawning, among other things.If you experience pain or soreness in the head, face, neck, and head, and neck area and immediate attention are the components of the teeth that are bloodshot and sensitivity - Many people who have been hit or whiplash.

How Much Va Compensation For Bruxism

Difficulty Swallowing -- swallowing difficulties, tightness of the first few days until you reach the limit.It is a problem with these same symptoms.Your doctor may suggest a protective dental appliance, such as wearing of dental issues such as a bruxism cure is a form of anatomical misalignment in the neck.One simple exercise along this line is to help relax the muscles and do nothing but ruin the rest of the discomforts of TMJ can only give you ways of tacking the issues.However, it is always on artificial treatment alone.

The jaw should not be feared as it opens or closes.These symptoms may be used for such patients to keep your jaw in the basics to find support.Mandibular repositioning type of support that the nerves and blood vessels in the mouth in breathing.Then you want to resolve you nightly habit.The important thing when dealing with the TMJ joint, which connects the mid-ear with the disc getting caught in front of the extra load, so your massage therapist who can make matters much worse.

[in-arlathan]

5 Questions For Writers

I was tagged by the wonderful @dharma-writes. The tag was created by @serial-chillr. Thanks again thinking of me! :)

I don’t know who would like to have a go. Please considered yourself tagged, if you like to answer these questions as well!

1.) What was the idea that started the story?

Most of my Solavellan stories start as filler fantasies for the romance during DAI. Thus, it’s hard to pin down the “main idea” for most of the fics I wrote. The only story that has something close to a real premise, it’s “The Rebel’s Ascension”. The fic was born when I took a few screenshots from the ending of DAI (the scene between Flemythal and Solas), wondering if the jawbone necklace Solas wears is more than just a reference to his idenity as the Dread Wolf. That why it will play an semi-important role in my story.

2.) Did you make an outline? Did you stick to it?

When it comes to the Solavellan one-shots, I usually start with a line of dialogue or a setting in mind and go from there. For example, “A Change of Heart” started with Cole saying “Your love is blind, bold, bleeding into your being.” I liked that line so much, I built the entire scene around it. No outline required.

For longer pieces such as “The Rebel’s Ascension” however, I do have (and need) an outline. In this particular case, I made a list with chapter titles and summaries. This gives me a good idea for what has to happen in which scene. Plus, I do know where I’m going. I can deviate from the outline here and there, put the overall story is already flashed out.

3.) What’s the favorite part of your story?

I haven’t gotten there yet, but I’m always most excited about the part where all the setup comes to fruition and starts to pay off. Most of the readers might not even notice, but I have a bunch of hints and references hidden in the story which will add up nicely in the end – or at least I hope so.

4.) Who is your favorite character and why?

Solas. It’s as simple as that. Although I do have some love for my Lavellans and really like to explore their feelings and experiences, I always find myself drawn towards Solas as the protagonist. Also, I have a thing for all the ancient elves in general, like Abelas, Felassan or Mythal.

As to why... I think Solas is my favourite for numerous reasons. In the DAI timeline, I like his constant struggle with his guilt and the very simple desires he does have and denies to himself. It is what makes Solavellan such a bittersweet delight. In the Elvhenan timeline, I enjoy his intellect and bravado. If it wasn’t for his tact, he would be calling bullshit on the Evanuris all the time. In my head, it’s just glorious and I can’t wait to see him getting into trouble for his quick wits.

5.) Did anything happen that surprised you as you were writing?

There were two things that really stood out to me while writing, the first being Cole as a character. With his very specific style of speech, I really though I would suck at writing him. Turns out... it was not that hard. It was actually quite enjoyable in places.

The second surprise was the character of Felani, an elvhen OC I created for “The Rebel’s Ascension”. The idea for her character came out of nowhere and I fell in love with her after writing just one scene with her. Felani and Solas have a peculiar partners-in-crime kind of relationship and I can see myself using her in other stories in the future.

[purplehairedhero]

A Fen/Femhawke Baby Fic List

A Fenris/FemHawke family/pregnancy/baby fic lists. Still a WIP. Only criteria is that it is FemHawke/Fenris, and it can’t be sad/depressing (I’m looking at you “Here Lies the Abyss” fics). Send me recs! Edit: 10/19/17 New stories added, Natural by Cannibal Kats and several at the bottom. 

“Hiding, Not Quite Hidden” by Brosca-Pride. Hawke and Fenris, together forever, even if it means hiding themselves and children from everything.

“Was it Worth it:?” by CannibalKats. Just a short piece about Fenris and Dahl Hawke during Inquisition. Bonus Papa Fenris.

“Take Care of Her” by CannibalKats. Anders, Hawke, and Fenris are the only members of the Kirkwall crew still on the run. Fenris catches Anders leaving in the middle of the night and promises not to let Hawke follow.

“Natural” by CannibalKats.  A short bit of fluff. The birth of Fenris and Dahl's first child. While not graphic childbirth is described from Fenris' pov.

“Wander Wild and Far.” by Spirrum. After Adamant Hawke leaves for Weisshaupt as planned, but finds instead an entirely different adventure, a stray Fereldan Queen, a dragon, and that being pregnant wile the world is ending is not all that it’s cracked up to be.

“So Much Hinges on a Maybe.” by Spirrum. Hawke and Fenris, and trying to get pregnant.

“Frostling” by Spirrum.You can grow to love a great many things.

“Smaller Flames.” by Spirrum. Their youngest discovers her magic, in true Hawke fashion. With an explosion

Broody Porcupine Snapshot Series by TheFlamingNymph. An AO3 collection.

“Little Monster” by TheFlamingNymph. Hawke just wants a nap. Just one.

Fenris and Hawke’s Family Series by SassyOrlesian. An AO3 collection.

“What I was made for” by MiaCousland. Hawke and Fenris’ child is brought into the world.

“Steal and Shadow” by MiaCousland. Hawke has to find her way throught the Frostback Mountains to answer a letter that has been sent by an old friend from Kirkwall. Note: Haven’t read this one personally yet.

“The Elf and the Babe” by Gaqalesqua. Fenris, romanced by a female Hawke, turns up at Skyhold wearing a baby sling with a baby in it. Trevelyan investigates.

“The Life We’ve Wrought” by ClockWorkSymmetry. Hawke x Fenris is adorable.

Wil and Cro Hawke Series by NovemberOcean (TwilightHawke). An AO3 collection.

“A Change in Principles” by K4t3yk4t. He hadn’t expected things to end up like this. Of course, there had been signs, and of course, they’d planned for it, but he had never expected anything like this to happen. Not to him. He feels rooted; an immobilization worse than any command had ever caused, worse than seeing Hawke nearly die, worse, so much worse. And yet...

“Ardently” by Uniqueinalltheworld.When Marian Hawke decided to leave her children with responsible adults before helping the inquisition, she had counted on being able to find one somewhere. Unfortunately, it seems like Anders and Fenris will have to do.

“Dawn” by Alistairweekend. “Mm...your kid before five in the morning.”

“Hawkquisition Series & other Stories” by Rannadylin. Most of her work has a baby or pregnancy existing somewhere. Special mention goes to Sapling.

Misadventures of Mari Hawke Series by Wintryone. An AO3 collection.

“A Different Kind of Magic” by sevanderslice. Fenris’s thoughts after the birth of his children.

“Finally together, Birds of a Feather, part 1″ by Hatsepsut. Fenris and Hawke are together after three years, and their relationship evolves. Moving in together, falling even deeper in love, going through the paces that are life, having a family, while the world crashes around their ears.

“Come Back to Me.” by Hatsepsut. Fenris leaves he City of Chains after the night he spends with Hawke; heavy words had been exchanged and everything between them looked hopeless. Eleven months later, he is back, determined to win the affection of the woman he can't forget again. But she seems to have a secret...

“On Waking” by loquaciousquark. Years after the events of Act III, Hawke and Fenris’s six-year-old daughter tries to figure out her mother’s past, her place in the tiny town of Wilhaven, and why her father never wakes up. AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL.

“No Labor Like Love” by loquaciousquark. Hawke is pregnant. Fenris copes as best he can; everyone else laughs from a distance. A series of unconnected vignettes spanning the pregnancy of a Champion. AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL.  The quintessential pregnancy/family fic.

“Given Respite” by loquaciousquark. Dorian meets Fenris. An interlude set after “Here Lies The Abyss.” Same universe as On Waking? AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL. Honestly anything written by loquacious is amazing but this is a BABY fic list but seriously do yourself a favor and devour their work. Has a “sequel” written by Jade_Sabre called ���Memorare” but not very related to this list either.

“A Deafening Sound” by loquaciousquark. Fenris and his newborn daughter.

“Whats that Holiday fic” by loquaciousquark. Carver meets his newborn nephew. This. THIS. This is the story I started this list looking for. I knew I wasn’t crazy! But on tumblr of all places???

“More Beach fic” by loquaciousquark. The fam is at the beach.

“I Mourn your Absence.” by loquaciousquark. Fenris and Leda go after Hawke.

“In Retrospect, a chicken was a bad choice.” by jadesabre301. The title says it all. Features laquaciousquark’s Leda Hawke.

“Always Safe with Us.” by Tadeusz. Hawke thought raising a baby with a trio of parents would be easier than with just two. That’s hilarious, Hawke. Totally cute that you think that. All it does is create more confusion about who has to get up when that baby cries at night.

“Hands and Feet” by Toffle. The revelation does not come in ice, or fire. It comes only with a gentle touch.

“Celebration” by Scurvaliciousbay. Fenris wakes up to Katra making a cake for their daughter’s first birthday. “Three Words” is a sequel. Fenris is putting his daughter to bed when she says something unexpected.

“New Beginnings” by onemooncircles. Heading home after concluding his business with the Inquisition, Varric pays a visit to some friends he has lied through his teeth to protect.

“The Wolf Within” by Ivy_Adair. Five years after Fenris left Marian Hawke behind in Kirkwall, he returns to discover that some things never change but others, like the addition of a little girl with black hair and green eyes, change completely. He mush come full circle to realize that he isn’t his past and that the wolf within him won’t be his future. A modern!AU.

“Medela” by mahuika. It surprises him, as it always has, how resilient a heart can be when he’s so used to seeing them ripped out and half-beating in his hand. Or, Varania is invited to meet her niece. AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL.

“Exhale” by Chalahandra. Rhonwen gurgles, pushing herself up from the quilt. It’s a sunny day, with birds chirping and people talking quietly - and for the first time in a very long time, Fenris lets himself smile.

“A Cold Winter Day.” by Pinkwebby. Hawke has been pregnant for nine months, and she is ready to give birth to this child. Is she really ready to have a kid though?

“Playing in the Rain” by servantofclio. Hawke watches her partner and children in the rain. Has sequal “A Reunion and a Reckoning.” Fenris catches up to Hawke at Skyhold.

Dragon Age: Generations Series by DancingMantis. Roots and Wings more relevant to list.

“She Came Back.” by LittleWritings. Fenris finds Hawke at Weishaupt. Its a little rough but different than most.

While you were Sleeping Series by hollandmarie. VERY CUTE.

“The Hawke Child.” by CaptainStornChaser. "Am I the father?" He asked her, standing from where he had been waiting for her inside the entrance hall of her estate, reminiscent of the night the child may very well have been conceived.Marian merely stared at him evenly for a few moments. "You should go home, Fenris."

“What If.” by RaddishRodya. Hawke and Fenris have a discussion about what would happen if they had children. Also, Fenris learns how to play dictionary tag.

“Hesitations” by wiltedartist. Dehlian Hawke knows one thing and thing only: She has no idea as to how she will inform Fenris he will be a father. Sequel “The Empty Thirst.” How strange, he realized to himself, that he never knew just how much he needed one thing. Control. Fenris!F!Hawke, pregnant sex and dominant Fenris

“Mama Bird” by sparkyarcher. Elia comes home to a suspiciously quiet estate. Adorableness ensues.

“Another Heart” by aryadeschain.One sleepless night turned out to present Fenris a pleasant surprise.

“For What it’s Worth” by Nyessa. Years after Isabela runs away from Kirkwall with the Tome of Koslun, Imogen Hawke catches up to her in Denerim to settle some unfinished business.

“Dragon Age Prompts” by Jawbones. Chap. 4 “Lullaby”  "The way you said 'I love you': Not said to me" Might be more in series.

“A Hawkling Tale.” by Sportsoma.  Hawke surely does, and there's a little memento in case she wants to forget. However, being a mage and fearing the Chantry will take her expected bundle of joy, Hawke flees Kirkwall. Also a series sharing same name.

“Under the Skin.” by Lavender_Seaglass. After all that she's been through, Hawke doesn't plan on going anywhere else, let alone leaving him behind. This is, however, not something she's sure how to face. Doing things is easy; it's the regrets that kill you.

“Unplanned Consequences.” by Dragondreads.  When Hawke finds herself in the awkward position of being pregnant after the only night of passion she found with Fenris, she turns to her friend Varric for help

“Sweet Vermouth” by AngelicSentinel. Fenris would do anything for Hawke—Even conquer the Fade itself.

“I remain at your side.” by Lourdes23. When Kirkwall fell so did its Champion. Changed by betrayal, hunted and outcast, Hawke must find the strength to rise up once more in defense of a world gone mad. Yet humans can only withstand so much before desperation drives them beyond reason. When she's at her breaking point, and the weight of her duties seems too much to bear, who will stand with her and share the burden?Who will champion the Champion?  

“New Beginnings.” by Jessica Pendragon. He has dealt in death for so long and now only wants to hold life in his hands.

“Find Your Own Way Back Home.” by locketofyourhair. These books are slim, without names on the covers, and when he opens one, he can see that some of the pages are blank. Others are covered with small handwriting that he knows well, and it feels like a blow to see it again. They are journals; they are Hawke’s journals.He reads them as he finds himself adrift without her.

“Of Sausages and Surprises.” by RedIn. It was one of those evenings when her mother tried to make a noble fragile flower of her. She invited Comtesse Berauear and her two cocky daughters; Lizzeta and Pavetta. It was meant to be a boring, annoying evening or so Hawke thought.Sandal was the last person who she thought would interrupt the boredom of their well-mannered Hightown style party.

“Foxes on the Run” by ms45. Hawke gives birth whilst on the run from the Chantry.

“Milk” by Persephone. Hawke/LI - Lactating. Smut.

“Only You.” by kellbelle. This is a story of Hawke fleeing Kirkwall alone, having never romanced anyone and believing the man she loves could never love her back.

“Isabela and the Dread Pirate Captain Hook” by Dakoyone. Isabela tells a story from her grand pirating adventure days to the littlest Hawkes. No actual mention of Fenris but all her other stories are Fenhawke and there is a father so...

“That Which is Lost” by Niamh_St_George. A decade after the events in Kirkwall, Amelle Hawke and Fenris have made a quiet life for themselves. But when their idyll is shattered, Fenris discovers that while men are dealt with easily enough, it is once again magic standing poised to take everything away.

[midnaighterose]

Day 2: Wolf Mandible

"No peeking!" Arana grinned as she stood on her toes behind the much taller elf.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Solas replied with an amused and curious smile spreading over his lips.

Small, nimble hands made quick work of tugging something around the other's neck and fastening it securely in place.

"...There! Alright, you can look now." Her grin widened as she walked around to stand in front of him, watching his expression as he opened his eyes and peered down at the object placed about his neck: an orb-shaped pendant covered in vines. In the shape of Mythal's markings.

A puzzled expression covered his features as he turned the pendant over in his hand.

A chuckle left her throat at his perplexion.

"I don't know what sort of gifts your people would give, but for mine.. one makes a pendant bearing the markings for the goddess of love."

His confusion slowly melted away as she spoke. He held back an amused grin.

"Do they all glow like this?" He mused, admiring the soft blue glow emitted from the orb within the vines.

"Actually, no.." A pink hue touched Arana's cheeks. "I enchanted it myself with a few protective magics."

Silver eyes lifted to meet her gaze as he allowed another smile to finally cross his lips.

"Thankyou, Vhenan.." The thought she put behind it was endearing, and deeply appreciated. And the implications with it more so.

Solas's hand moved from the pendant and reached for the leather that fastened the wolf mandible around his neck. Lifting it from his shoulders, he placed the jawbone carefully around her neck. Arana looked down and held the object in her hands, running her fingers over its smooth surface. The teeth still seemed as sharp as they would've been in the mouth of the wolf. It was remarkably well kept with very little wear to it over the years.

"Not so thoughtful as your gift, perhaps. But.. I would like you to have it."

Arana lifted her eyes from the mandible in her hands to look into Solas's silver hues, smiling wide and crinkling the outer edges of her eyes.

"Nonsense. I will treasure it."

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