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cole is truly the funniest fucken person in this game
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dai#cole dragon age#dragon age cole#solas#solas dragon age#dragon age solas#dragon age vivienne#vivienne dragon age#lavellan#inquisitor lavellan#dragon age lavellan#lavellan dragon age
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Im gonna vomit i can’t stop thinking about solavellan & tenrose parallels
#solavellan#solavellen hell#solas dragon age#lavellan dragon age#please help#solas#lavellan#tenrose#dragon age trespasser#dragon age inquisition
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Headcanon that after Cullen gives Lavellan the lucky coin, she gives him a Dalish promise ring her parents gave her for whenever she got bonded. She isn't ready for marriage yet, but she suspects Cullen will miss fiddling with his coin and she wants to give him something to remember her by while she's adventuring.
Cullen doesn't know what a Dalish promise ring is until Leliana sees him messing with it and drops that fun little lore bit, which causes him to go to Lavellan and ask if she proposed to him and it just completely flew over his head
In Trespasser, when they get married, they turn the lucky coin into a ring and use that and the Dalish promise ring as wedding rings
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dai#cullen dragon age#lavellan dragon age#cullen x lavellan#cullen x inquisitor#dragon age headcanon
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That stupid ass gorilla walk my Lavellan be doin piss me off so bad BITCH WTAND UP STRAIGHT
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#lol#lavellan#lavellan dragon age#dragon age inquistor#da inquisition
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Big OC collab I did a while ago for the DAFF server, where all of our OCs meet in an interdimensional tavern and vibe :3 pictured below, from left to right:
Siobhan Hawke ( @inquisimer ), Virelan Lavellan ( @rosella-writes ), Pravin Talavera ( @monocytogenes ), Ixchel Lavellan ( @dreadfutures ), Thalia Trevelyan ( @nirikeehan ), An’da ( @about2dance ), Amaryllis Lavellan ( @arlathmacully ), Talenna (MY QUEEN MY WIFE), Connor Trevelyan ( @plisuu ), Moira Amell ( @effelants ), and Saeris Lavellan + Efa ( @oxygenforthewicked )
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age 2#dragon age origins#virelan lavellan#talenna ethera#saeris lavellan#connor trevelyan#thalia trevelyan#moira Amell#pravin talavera#siobhan Hawke#an’da#amaryllis#hawke dragon age#lavellan dragon age#amell dragon age#trevelyan dragon age
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she, the mender; he, the break. (2)
solas/lavellan, rated T.
previous entries: (1)
synopsis: The Dalish elf that closed the Breach has woken. Immediately faced with a world that no longer looks at her the way she expects, Ithalia must piece together what transpired.
How did she survive at all? And who, if anyone, has an interest in her life?
content warnings: canon-typical violence mention, canon-typical depiction of racism, canon-typical profanity, canon-typical religious references, canon-typical depictions of depression.
read on ao3!
Two Ithalia
Something is wrong, deep in her bones, when Ithalia wakes.
Some things, plural. A gap in her memory where, apparently, a trip to the Fade should be. A mark in her palm whose cold burn she cannot pinpoint as coming from… anywhere.
A hole in the sky that she can feel, somehow, from her place on a too-warm bed in a too-comfortable room, is… gone. The quiet left behind is jarring.
Before—there’s no way to know if it’s been days, weeks, a decade—the quiet would’ve been a boon. She’d wanted it, before, a Dalish spy in the Conclave, a watcher sent from home. She’d been meant to watch. That was it. The quieter, the less imposing, the better.
She’s an explosion or two past less imposing, probably.
But what could take a Dalish elf from a prison cell to the plush of a clean bed?
One thing at a time. She cracks her eyes open—those still see the same, even after the last flash of blinding green she remembers. To her right stands a wall, simple wood planks. To her left, everything else: a bedside table, a desk, a flaming sconce, several pelts hung around a small window, a bookshelf—
A tray that clatters on the floor, dropped by an elf standing frozen in her wake.
“O—oh,” they stammer, sweat beading on their brow. Young, no valasslin—probably not Dalish. At the sight of her, their head starts shaking. They backpedal, one step and then another. “I—I didn’t know you were awake, I swear!”
An elf, of all people, ready to run as soon as she props herself up on an elbow.
“Don’t…” Mythal’enaste, her temple throbs. Her hand, moreso. “... Don’t worry about it. I only—”
The elf falls, and Ithalia jolts upright.
They collapse to the floor—not to faint, but to kneel.
“I beg your forgiveness and your blessing,” they plead, palms to the floor, even their brow touching the stone. “I am but a humble servant.”
A servant. A city elf, bending to kneel before one of the Dalish, as if Ithalia is something… more. Something else.
Some things wrong, indeed.
“I…” Ithalia lets her voice fade to nothing. She what, exactly? What does this elf, or anyone, think of her? Why is she here? And where is—
“You are in Haven, my lady,” the younger elf says, lifting their head to meet her eyes. They swallow when they spot Ithalia still watching them. “They say you saved us. The Breach stopped growing, just like the mark on your hand.”
She turns her attention there, to the mark, if only to… spare… the younger elf from it. It lights with the twitch of a finger, the same way a person might look up at the sound of their name. It thrums, warm yet impossibly cold, in an arc from the heel of her palm to the curve between her thumb and forefinger.
It looks like an open wound, the color of the Veil.
What she thinks is the Veil.
Probably.
“It’s all anyone has talked about for the last three days.”
Three days. The Breach, gone. Three days.
“So you’re saying…” She tries another look at the elf, who winces. She doesn’t hide her own stammer, as she’d learned to do under Keeper Ishmaetoriel’s guidance. Let this elf hear her disbelief. “They’re… happy with me?”
“I’m only saying what I heard. I didn’t mean anything by it!” The elf rises, standing on shaking knees. Again, they step backward, hands raised like at any moment, Ithalia might lunge. “I—I’m certain Lady Cassandra would want to know you’ve wakened. She… she said, ‘At once.’”
Lady Cassandra. Ithalia grits her teeth before she remembers the younger elf would flee for less. She pauses, finds a smile, rubs a temple. Lady Cassandra…
Seeker Cassandra.
She fights to rise, stifling a groan. “And… where is she…?”
“In the Chantry,” the younger elf answers, their full-body tremor in their voice, now, too. “With the lord chancellor. ‘At once,’ she said!”
They all but fall into the door as they push through it, and then they are gone.
Quiet blankets the room again—but just outside, a wave of murmurs rises, rippling out from this lodge. This Haven lodge, now that the Breach has been closed for three days.
Haven. Breach closed. Three days. She can cling to those, even when…
She will have to face the outside. Soon, probably.
In the meantime, maybe someone has left something behind more informative than the elf who somehow dropped down before her in worship. With precious little time and through the haze of a headache, though, little stands out save for a pile of loose papers left on the room’s only desk.
She chews a lip, looks down at her fingertips. Hands this clean—washed? By whom?—won’t leave any obvious prints that she’d need to make excuses for. If she did, would she have to make them? Or would anyone besides that lone elf drop down and do…. That?
No time to ponder long either way. She tests her steps, finding her own knees shaking, and ambles over to the desk. Elbow on the wood, she bends down and lifts the paper close to her eyes, cursing her headache for at least the third time in as many minutes.
Day One: Clammy. Shallow breathing. Pulse over-fast. Not responsive. Pupils dilated. Mage says her scarring "mark" is thrumming with unknown magic. Wish we could station a templar in here, just in case.
Ithalia sucks in a breath, releasing it only at the end of the passage. Mark must mean her—and unknown magic, while it ties her stomach in knots, matches her assumption.
Mage—she does remember, tangled insides tightening. A flash of green: once, twice, again, then for good before all went dark. A hand clamped over her wrist—no. Loosely. It’d been the Seeker’s grasp that was rough. Cassandra’s, not—
Solas’.
Where is he, now? Where are any of the others, aside from Cassandra and…
Lord chancellor. Haven. Breach closed. Three days.
She sighs, closing her eyes to keep the words from blurring on the page. It takes a moment for the room to return to stillness, for her stomach to stop threatening a heave.
Under the page of notes, there’s nothing discernible. Only a collection of pages with a series of numbers in two columns, marked with what looks like the time over the course of several days and nights. The measurements have no labels. The notes in the margins are packed too tightly, in too intricate of a shorthand to attempt deciphering.
Even one in elvish, which is all she really gleans from the pages. Multiple pages, packed with writing on both sides.
He means, ‘I kept that mark from killing you while you slept.’
The dwarf’s voice—one of precious few things Ithalia remembers. Varric Tethras: rogue, author… something. He didn’t look ready to cut her down, for either her heritage or mark. He didn’t look ready to collapse in reverence, either.
“My lady?” a voice—soft, high—asks outside the door, scarcely audible over the rest.
Something brushes against the opposite side of the wood, then stops.
“Shhh! Are you mad? Leave the Herald be!” another hisses.
The Herald. Haven. The lord chancellor, with Lady Cassandra.
Scarring “mark” thrumming with unknown magic.
The Breach, closed, three days.
She’ll have to face them all, now, with nothing else to go on. No blade to ready herself for anything that might not be instantaneous adolation.
How many, in Haven? To what end?
She can’t know, until…
Ithalia opens the door with a tremoring hand and finds a parted sea. Rows of onlookers, standing politely to each side of a cobbled path, some with heads bowed, some with eyes shining. None of them notice the icy wind that shudders down her spine. None of them care for anything but what is in front of them.
A Dalish elf, Dirthhamen’s valasslin upon her brow, down the bridge of her nose, across her cheekbones, under her lip. Unmistakable from every angle as not them, a probably-Veil-green gash pulsing visibly on her palm. Washed by hands that were not hers, dressed in clothes she’s never laid eyes upon, emerging from a lodge she never chose.
Stepping out under a sky scarred the same as she: a waving line of green to split the blue, like a scar over pale skin.
I am not this, she fights not to say, for they should already know.
Have they forgotten?
She has learned, all her life, to run from human worship. To see the sight of red and learn from the bull’s mistake, fleeing opposite, never giving in to anger when survival is never not at stake.
Her Keeper has told her stories, since she was old enough to catch their meaning, of forests made of graves, canopies thick enough to blot out the sun.
Yet this tableau—this human tableau, scarcely an elf and not one Dalish in sight—stays perfectly still. They bow, not for the red of their Chantry, but for the green of her palm.
A magic that is not hers, a name—Herald—that is not hers, a mended sky that is not hers.
For if it were hers alone, she would be dead.
It is because of one that she is not.
#solavellan#solas x lavellan#solavellan fanfic#solavellan hell#inquisitor lavellan#lavellan#lavellan dragon age#dragon age inquisition#da:i#solas x inquisitor#solas dragon age#solas
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Inquisitor Blaithin Lavellan
#I love her#I got so emotional seeing her again#I spent much more time creating her then my rook haha#oc: blaithin lavellan#inquisitor lavellan#lavellan#dragon age lavellan#lavellan dragon age#lavellan inquisitor#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age veilguard#dav#datv#da:v#da:tv#daedit#daedits#my edits
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Inquisitor Orlesians-Can-Burn-In-A-Ditch-For-All-I-Care Lavellan. + Josephine, Leliana, some noble / Dragon Age Inquisition (c) Bioware
#dragon age#dragon age fan art#comic#inquisitor lavellan#bioware#dragon age inquisition#dai#lavellan#josephine montilyet#leliana#orlesian noble#wicked eyes and wicked hearts#I don't think I've ever roleplayed any character as thoroughly as with this lavellan.#the extent of my hatred towards chantry and orlesians while playing her lmao. mother giselle suddenly became a real bother!#I think the only orlesian who got a pass was that dragon dude frederic in the western approach. he's just a little guy y'know.
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Ten year jump to da:v?? its time for mom!vellan
#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#artists on tumblr#my art#bioware#I posted this yesterday but i decided I didn't like the background#digital art#illustration#da fanart#dragon age inquisition#lavellan#mage lavellan#elves of color#oc: asma lavellan#oc: Safi rutherford lavellan#dai#dragon age fanart
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Genesis / Apocalypse
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#solavellan#solas dragon age#solas#lavellan#da:i#crossposted on twt#hands that cradle and jaws that won’t close#or whatever#my art
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i think they should retroactively make solas bisexual in veilguard
just let you set your male lavellan as having romanced him and don't acknowledge the change at all
#fuck'd up that the m!solavellan's will have to hope and wait for mods#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#dai#datv#solas#solas dragon age#dragon age solas#lavellan#inquisitor lavellan#dragon age lavellan#lavellan dragon age#male lavellan#solavellan#m!solavellan
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the inquisitor has far too much on his plate these days
#dragon age inquisition#dorian pavus#dai#dai fanart#pavellan#malloch lavellan#my art#i KNOW that dorian is carrying that boy to bed every other day#malloch does NOT leave his desk he has to be PERFECT or else people are going to DIE#and he neglects himself to a startling level#dorian my sweet king#you deal with so much
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Been thinking about adding another kid to the Cullen and Lavellan's children roster
But only for Cole.
Like, they already have 3 kids, which, to me personally, is enough for a lifetime, but then I saw this really cute art of the original Cole and Bunny and now I'm like shit wouldn't it be so adorable for Lavellan to have another kid and then name her after Bunny, and Cole, who is already like a big brother to all of her other kids, is just extra kind and caring towards Bunny.
Plus, ngl, I feel like Cole would be a great babysitter. He knows what kids are feeling when they don't have the vocabulary to express it themselves, so he would make them feel more seen by understanding why they're angry or sad
But then again, 3 kids is already a lot to me and if you try to fit that in the timeline where her kids are already 7, 5, and 5 (twins) by the time of Veilguard, that would leave Bunny being like 4 max and that many kids to leave alone w your husband while you go try and stop one of your closest friends from destroying the world seems very stressful for my poor Lavellan
#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#dai#cole dragon age#lavellan dragon age#bunny dragon age#maybe not like a babysitter but a social worker#theodora from haunting of hill house style#dragon age headcanon#dragon age veilguard
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• —– ٠ WELL OF SORROWS ٠ —– •
#i still am DOGSHIT at those fake tarot cards but whatever. i wanted beepo to have one. he deserves it. evne tho it looks eh#dragon age inquisition#da tarot#daee lavellan#my art
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Me until Veil Guard comes out
#dragon age#dragon age veil guard#dragon age veilguard#da4#dragon age spoilers#inquisitor lavellan#solavellan#the solavellan is subtle but it's there lol#cool dwarven-made prosthetic#post trespasser#dragon age conspiracy theories#the dragon age iceberg goes deep#dragon age inquisition#dai
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What if Solas and Lavellan were trapped in the fade together as the most intense form of couple’s therapy? What then?
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