#inspired by my lavellan

[bbbb-co]

Inquisitors who start just wanting to do the right thing - They’re trying their hardest to save the world, maybe they’re even charming or kind. But as more and more of the fate of the world piles up on their shoulders, they bend, and twist, until by the end of the game they’re a seething, snapping ticking time bomb, the berth people give them fitting to the title of inquisitor. Heavy is the hand that wields the sword, no?

[monabee-draws]

Dreamer at the Well of Sorrows/Oil and Water - a Solavellan tarot card

I've been wanting to finish this one for a while and capture the dynamic between Silea and Solas. They're broken up but like,,, not really.

[an-established-butt-dent]

Solas x Lavellan

Dragon age the Veilguard

Tel banal, ara'ma

It won’t be terrible if you’re with me.

Available as print here.

[spiritsong]

across centuries and the void of a world, sleepless, I seek you

detail under cut ↡

[telanadasvhenan]

A first rough draft of Lea’s starting Armour! This isn’t for sure his final design but these are some of my thoughts & notes on how his clan makes their armour! I read a fantastic post (I can’t find it now :[ ) on Dalish textures & clothing so I wanted to try and think more on why his armour looks the way it does. But this works for his first reference (^_^) I’m likely to redo it when l finally design his trespasser & da:tv looks

[catebees]

Second tarot card for Eelis! This one is inspired by the rogue Inquisitor cards

first card-second card-third card-fourth card

[asteria49]

AND ANOTHER THING

I'm imagining it now: Solas in wolf form going absolutely feral (maybe even blighted). I'm talking like completely terrifying. All anger and rage and cruelty as he fights against the gods. He's lost control. He skids to a halt at the woman standing defiantly before him. She lays her hand on his chest and he suddenly reverts to elven form. Out of breath. Tears streaming down his cheeks.

She is his heart.

[nokdunal]

Small Lavellan family, went the lazy route and just made Keeper Deshanna Aella's mother.

Also bonus: deadbeat dad visit

[bunabi]

and I repainted(?) Virelley 😭

[bonesaints]

veilguard lavellan vibes...............................

[skeeeeeeeelons]

Whatsoever passes through the fire Is not lost, but made eternal;

[misspr0npieartz]

Solas, Var lath vir suledin! I wish it could, Vhenan.

[an-established-butt-dent]

Meet my current Inquisitor: Yrja Lavellan.

This is my Second solavellan playthrough, and because I tried to postpone the crestwood scene as much as possible i’m literally a level 28 during ‘what pride has wrought’ Lollll. Coryphasswhatshisname is getting ended in one punch once I finish the final quests before Trespasser .

I’m making (some) opposite choices compared to my first playthough. Aka I used the American voice, sided with the Templars, didn’t drink from the well of Sorrows, Solas removed her vallaslin and she’s going to hunt her ex husband down. Solas ya bettter be prepared. This girl is gonna age like a fine wine, with notes of bitterness, heartbreak and revenge.

Sidenote, I’m seriously loving the lighting in the Decent DLC. The screenshot I used as a reference is [shefs’ kiss].

[charlie-heart6]

My dragon age inky oc faith after solas left her in trespasser and she embraced the voices from the well of sorrows, very flemeth inspired, I like to think she's found Morrigan someday and they made their crowns together

[ghost-t-cryptids]

Theneras...my beloved

[spiritsong]

day twenty-four: blood magic

#Veilguard30 by @pavus · writing prompt

wordcount: 4.3k lavellan and solas agree to try blood magic just the once.

The sound of the village — the music slipping out from the Singing Maiden, the clanging and clashing of swords and shields, the simple chatter of daily life — began to fade as they walked deeper into the wilderness of Haven.

When all that was left was the sound of their muffled footsteps and their breathing, coupled with the cracking of branches falling from the weight of snow and the scurrying of small creatures, they continued further still. 

They needed privacy. Sylathe could imagine little worse than being happened upon by the villagers, or by Inquisition soldiers, or worst of all, Cassandra Pentaghast.

Privately, she wondered at Solas’s willingness to go along with this at all. From what little she knew of him, he seemed a level-headed and cautious man — someone who carefully weighed the consequences of all possibilities. 

When one of those possibilities was the Seeker chancing upon the Elvhen apostates secretly practicing blood magic in the woods… well. 

continue on ao3.