#muse: ellana

[savingthrcw]

@solstice-muse-collective liked this for Ellana x Lysander

She had given a speech. A well received speech. She, Ellana Lavellan, former nightmare of her clan, had managed to come up with encouraging spontaneous words to say to the people of Skyhold - after recovering from the worst part of her near death from hypothermia, which she had caused by attempting to sacrifice herself. Frankly, Ellana couldn't recognize herself in any of it, but it was working and so she had to keep going that way.

But now she was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and had to sit down on her way up the stairs to catch her breath, hoping none of her advisors would walk by then and worry. Or worse, scold her for not resting enough.

[savingthrcw]

The poor woman looked so relieved, and it truly didn't help Ellana in her attempt to squash her strong emotions. She hadn't been part of a slaughter, she hadn't been in a Circle, but she knew what it was like to be hunted, she had the tattoo burned on her face as a reminder of it. And being a mage hadn't been a point in her favor, if not for her aunt coming to save her at the last moment, to take her home, for all she knew Tranquility would have come next.

But Eloise did not have such protection, there had been no last second rescue for her. "Just Ellana, no ma'am, no Inquisitor," she reminded her softly, in the same patient tone that sometimes came when Cullen was in pain, or when Leliana felt lost. Truly, in moments like those, she knew she had the same responsibility as her aunt to make people feel like they belonged, like they were safe.

"I understand... a little, what it's like to be hated. I had a... difficult... upbringing and I refuse to have my Vallaslin, my tattoo. This is no decoration chosen by me," she pointed at the tattoo, "City men branded me in a moment of... enthusiasm against elves and mages alike. I made it look more traditional later. It's obviously not the same as whar you told me, but in a smaller capacity it reminds me every day that hate can bring people to do the unthinkable. Which is why I want Skyhold to be different. That sort of prejudice will not be tolerated here. As long as no one is being endangered, everyone is free to stay. Elf, mage, qunari... believer in Andraste or not. Cullen is in charge of the Templars and we never had any issue, but if anyone ever misstep, either tell me or him, and it will be taken care of."

Eloise looked to her hands. They were cold chapped and still red, despite how she had been holding the cup. Retelling the events that brought her here had been difficult. The sound that had left her lungs when she witnessed her best friend in the circle being cut down, an unsuspecting victim. They hadn't even made it past the front gates of the tower when she was ripped from Malcolm's arms. But he fought with all that he had, freed her from harm, only to be struck down in front of her. That was the first time she had ever thought to use techniques long deemed taboo. But her heart was stolen from her chest that day. The only thing she had to remember him by was the ring on a chain around her neck.

Eloise was so lost in thought, that when the Inquisitor spoke, it startled her slightly. Blue eyes flickered up, finding her features as she began to explain what would happen should she stay. A soft breath leaves her lungs, thankful to hear that she wasn't going to be forced to do anything. It was comforting knowing all this information. Quietly, the girl found her small satchel from the ground and pulled out the small glass bottle that was filled with her essence within. Setting it delicately on the table between them, Eloise nodded her head in agreement. "This plan works, ma'am." Her voice is softer as she slides it over and then sits up a little more straight.

"As I've said...I'll go anywhere, do whatever it is you require. Should you want me in your forwards camps, that's where I will go. If it is here you wish of me to make potions and tend to the wounded, I can." She pulls the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders, nodding her head slightly in thanks once more. "Thank you, Inquisitor...I know it sounds cliche but...this is a gift you're giving me, and I thank you. Very much."

[stellsaria]

@starwrittenfates sent in ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ (from Ellana to Adam)

Adam shot his prize winning grin at her thanks. "But of course, I could never let someone so attractive take a hit if I can help it. Even more so for our valiant leader." He said with a wink, it seemed he was as shameless a flirt as ever.

[denofgluttonousmuses]

Ellana looked down at her stomach in mild bewilderment and gently ran her slender fingers over it.

"Is that really my belly? .... - whispered the elves quietly, pressing her finger slightly into the soft flesh.

It hadn't taken Leliana two weeks to realize that Lavellan was a predator, and the elven' figure had already changed. The short mage - girl, thanks to regular and plentiful meals, including preys, had already grown a few centimeters, her breasts had become more human-like than elven, and her hips had become thicker and wider. But it was her waist that had changed the most.

The flat, lightly muscled belly of the dalish nomad has disappeared. Now Ellana carried a huge, barrel-sized gut, in which her contents were constantly bubbling-fresh bread, meat, fish, fruits and servants. And it was to her that Lavellan could not get used - not to an increased height, not to a more maternal figure, but to a huge belly.

"They are fed me like a nag for a roast... Ellana didn't notice how she licked her lips at the thought of the grilled nag. - Okay, that's enough. It's time to finally go to this unfortunate meeting in Orlais. While I can still walk on my own...."

Ellana did not know yet that she would always be able to move on her own, no matter how many tons she would start to weigh.

[starzfield]

Three new muses !

(Some are still a bit of a WIP)

ANGEL

ELF

WITCH

[fadedreamed]

TAG DUMP — ELLANA.

[adeadlysong]

Tahirah eagerly nodded the moment Ellana inquired about pie, eyes brightening at the prospect of giving her her first pie.

"Yes, pie is similar to cobbler - baked in an oven and very tasty~" A giggle left her after. "Alright, I'll just have to find enough wildberries so I can bake that pie for you so you can try it! Good food warms the soul, and everyone's souls can use some more warming."

She was quiet as she felt the breeze blowing around her, and she looked around - watching for a sighting of wildberries in the bushes - the obviously edible and safe-to-eat ones, of course. She always enjoyed baking for others and did it regularly.

Most people she met preferred that to being bombarded by her spontaneous musical numbers.

A soft smile came across her face as she looked toward Ellana again. "Would you aspire to do something like live in the woods more permanently, in the future? You seem like you have a great affinity for nature...and you seem most at peace here."

@adeadlysong continued from HERE!

Ellana blinked with confusion at the word 'pie', not quite understanding what it was. However, as Tahirah talked about adding edible wildberries to it, perhaps it was something similar she would know from her own people. "Would a pie be like a forest fruit cobbler? Either way, I wouldn't mind trying it."

She turns her attention back to the beauty of the nature around them, taking in a breath and letting it out. Despite all her responsibilities with the Inquisition, a part of her can't help but miss this--it felt like home. "Nothing beats the feeling of the breeze blowing through your hair. While I've started to become accustomed to places like Skyhold, I'd much rather prefer nature itself."

[fenharelsfang]

The Wolf's Heart (4/5)

Previously: The Wolf's Heart (3/5)

“This was a terrible idea!” Ellana shouted against the din of the wind gusting past them. Tears streamed from her eyes, even as she squinted to protect them.

Riding a dragon was absolutely not like riding a hart or halla. It wasn't even comparable to Tevinter's dracolisks, or nuggalopes. The closest would be a griffon, but no one had ridden one in hundreds of years. There was no saddle for the trio to sit on (and, honestly, Morrigan would have never allowed it anyway), so they positioned themselves in the valleys between the ridges of her scales and gripped onto anything solid that they could. 

Felassan sat in the front, of course, whooping and hollering as soon as Morrigan took to the sky. Ellana sat in the middle and Cole sat just behind her. He held onto her tightly in fear, his face buried in her back. His hat had been lost immediately. 

“She wants to eat us,” he cried. She has to remind herself that we're friends!” 

“Cole, please!” 

His insight wasn't making the experience any better.

Up they climbed, Morrigan's wings beating loudly against the sky and in their ears. The closer they flew to the Archon's palace, the worse the situation inside it looked. The walls and ceiling of the building had already crumbled away, the void that was Solas growing with each passing moment. Morrigan diverted her course past it, flying to the far side opposite the throne room.

Landing was about as comfortable as flying. The jolt of it threw Ellana against the ridge she was gripping and knocked the air from her lungs. No doubt she'd be bruised from all the recent trauma to her chest. When Morrigan settled, Ellana reached back to pat a trembling Cole's arm.

“It's okay, we've landed,” she assured him.

Cole peeked an eye open and sweet relief flooded through Ellana when he released his death grip on her. “... I did not like that.”

“That was incredible!” Felassan shouted, beaming back at them. His grin faltered at seeing the state they were in. He flew up with his hair tied, but the two blondes didn't. They looked like wild animals. Sickly wild animals.

Morrigan shifted underneath them and growled in annoyance. Clearly she wanted them off of her. 

Felassan deftly hopped from ridge to ridge until he landed with a feline grace on the ground. Cole could just disappear and reappear wherever he wanted (and he did, Ellana noticed). She, however, gingerly tried to climb down using her hands and feet, only to slip and fall right into Felassan's arms.

“Careful, lethallan ,” he said. “You seem to have a bad habit of falling.”

“I could make a career out of it, really,” she muttered and blew a strand of hair out of her face. Memories of the times she fell out of the Fade, into the Fade, and off the rookery in Skyhold's tower made her cringe. That last instance hadn't been fun for anyone, especially Solas.

Felassan set her down and she ran her fingers through her hair to tame it. Morrigan shifted back to her human form and dusted herself off. “Oh, if Alistair could see me now,” she mused, smiling to herself. Becoming a dragon brought swooping to a whole new level.

“Thank you for not eating us,” Cole said, interrupting her reverie. 

Morrigan smirked at him. “That's still undecided.”

Ellana lightly smacked her arm before fixing Cole's hair with the tenderness of a mother. “Don't listen to her. I won't let her eat you.”

“Inquisitor?” 

The four of them turned to see Rook and the Veilguard emerging from behind some rubble. The Crow was pale, which said a lot for someone with bronze skin. He was shocked, they all were, since the last they saw of her she was falling to her death.

“How are you alive?” he asked.

Felassan held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. “ Magic .”

Rook's nostrils flared. “Wh– Felassan? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“I got better.”

“Please ignore him,” Ellana said, pushing the elf out of the conversation. Felassan snickered behind her. “What's the situation up here?”

“We're fucked, that's what,” Taash said. “That big … ball of … whatever is destroying everything.”

“Plus, we still haven't taken down Elgarn'nan or his archdemon,” Bellara added. “They've been attacking that magical anomaly nonstop, but can't break through.”

“It. Smells. Wrong,” Spite hissed, his glowing pink eyes darting around as if he expected to be snatched up at any moment. ”It wants me to join, but I won’t!”

“That anomaly is Solas,” Ellana clarified.

Emmrich, who looked haggard and struggled to stand, nodded. “I figured as much,” he said, his voice strained. “Those are all spirits, each of them reflecting Solas's emotions, twisted into Despair. It's… too much.” 

Manfred was holding Emmrich aloft and hissed sadly. He felt it, too.

So did Cole, who tried to drown out the noise by planting his palms against his ears.

“We have to stop this,” Davrin said. “I didn't think anything could be worse than the Blight, but this is.” His hand went to Assan's head, stroking it gently. The griffon cooed. “I didn't fight so hard for a future for the griffons only to have it taken away from them by our so-called gods.”

“What the hell happened?” Rook asked, his brown eyes searching Ellana's.

“It's my fault,” she admitted. “I got distracted and underestimated Elgar’nan. Solas thinks I'm dead and he's….struggling.”

“Okayyyy,” Taash said, “then go tell him you're alive so he'll calm down,” They shrugged.

“It's not that easy,” Neve argued. “He's been possessed, and not just by one demon, by hundreds … thousands! That would break anyone's mind.” Her gaze drifted downward, unwilling to look Ellana in the eyes. “I hate to say it, but we have no other option but to destroy him. It’s the only way to set him free.”

Ellana's eyes widened. As she looked around at the other Veilguard members, she could see that they were resigned to the same option. Why was it that, in times of great hardship, leaders immediately resorted to using peace as a justification for violence? Killing the host wasn’t the only way to combat a demon. She wondered what the team thought of Spite, then, and what both Lucanis and Spite thought about this decision. When the demon spoke earlier, no one seemed bothered by it, like Spite was just … part of the crew.

“I hate to throw a wrench in the plan,” Bellara interrupted, “but if Elgar’nan can't breach it, what makes you think we can?”

“We have his dagger,” Rook said, pulling it from its sheath. He ran his fingers along the flat part of the blade. “I can use it to carve a way in.” He looked at Ellana with true sympathy in his eyes. “I can make it quick, I promise.”

Felassan and Cole took up defensive positions. They came to save Solas, not kill him. If that meant they’d have to fight the Veilguard to protect him, then they would. Rook was baffled that Solas could command such loyalty from the people he wronged. He didn’t know the blonde boy, but he was probably also a victim of Solas’s treachery. Morrigan stood off to the side, strangely quiet during the entire exchange.

Ellana held up a hand to calm her friends. “You’re right, Rook,” she began as she stepped up to him. “This isn’t a fairytale. But love … isn’t a fantasy. It’s real . Like magic, it has both the power to heal and the power to harm, depending on the wielder. Long before me, Solas loved Mythal. Maybe she loved him, too, but it was toxic. She loved him the way nobles love their servants: for their usefulness. It may have started out innocently, back when they met in the Fade as spirits. In the end, though, it always came down to what he could do for her . Harding showed me those memories. From what you saw in those murals and what Mythal said to you herself when you met her, can’t you see the power imbalance? He gave up his home for her and changed everything about himself just to be with her. What did she ever do for him? There were multiple times that he tried to set boundaries, bringing up how certain requests from her made him uncomfortable, that what she was asking of him felt wrong. She didn’t listen. Instead, she used his love for her to control him. That was his life, Rook, until she finally crossed a line that he wouldn’t. Then she had the audacity to blame him for their fallout. You don’t treat someone you love that way. You don’t make them change to suit your needs, you embrace who they are and work to grow together. You don’t coerce them to do something they don’t want to do, you respect their boundaries. Mythal turned her love into a whetstone to sharpen Solas into a weapon. The Dread Wolf is cunning and treacherous and prideful. All of that is true, but they were learned behaviors from someone he deeply revered. No one ever showed him a different way.” Ellana hadn’t realized how much she was shaking. It hurt when she watched those memories. He had been such a gentle, sweet spirit until Mythal twisted him against his nature. His reaction to when his spirit of Wisdom friend was summoned against its will made so much sense in retrospect. 

“Until he met you,” Rook said, continuing her thought.

She wiped tears from her eyes and smiled sadly at him. “He seemed so sad and lonely when I first met him. He kept to himself and said little when I tried to engage in conversation with him. It wasn’t until I asked about his experience with the Fade that he truly came alive. After that, I found any excuse I could to listen to his stories. We grew closer the more time we spent together and, through it all, he only ever treated me as an equal. As the ‘Herald of Andraste’ and the Inquisitor, I was a symbol to those around me, not a person, even to my inner circle. My role as leader set me apart from everyone. Looking back on that time, knowing what I know now, I realize he saw himself in me. He never asked to be a leader, either, but his people would be lost without him. ‘Solas’ was lost to the Dread Wolf. He didn’t want me to feel that pain. I was always Ellana to him and, later, vhenan .” She sighed. “He’s a wonderful person. I wish you could have known him when he was in the Inquisition. That’s the closest he was to his true self. You two would’ve been friends, I think.”

She took Rook's free hand in both of hers. “I love him, Rook, like I’ve never loved anyone before. Everyone keeps saying that he needs me, that I made him better, but the truth is I'm the one who needs him. I need him like I need air. He came into my life and changed everything I knew about the world, myself, and love. We are meant to be together. Beyond that, he deserves happiness. He deserves to know that he's worthy of being loved and that it's not too late to choose a different path. He deserves freedom. I deserve it, too, and only he can give it to me.”

She glanced at the dagger in his free hand. “So kill that archdemon and take out Elgar’nan. I’ll take care of Solas. And I promise, if I can’t get through to him, then I will end him myself.”

And I will follow wherever he goes.

Rook could see the conviction in her words and, though he still didn’t think Solas could change, the Inquisitor did deserve the chance to try. It was her happiness on the line, too. He couldn’t deny her that.

“... Alright,” he said, defeated. “I wish you luck.” 

Ellana’s heart lightened and she let out a sob. “Thank you.”

He nodded and turned to his own crew. “We’ll need to split up,” he said. “Taash, you, Bellara, Emmrich and Davrin take the archdemon down. Lucanis, Neve, and I will keep Elgar’nan busy while you do so. With our combined efforts, we should be able t- hey!”

The lyrium dagger was suddenly snatched from his hand. Manfred’s pack vibrated at the same time before the idol of Mythal flew out. Morrigan grabbed them both from the air. Only, she wasn’t Morrigan anymore. The woman standing before them was an elf with long, dark hair, white mage robes, and a silverite crown. She was tall and breathtaking, staring down at them with an air of superiority. They all knew her face, in one way or another. Felassan knew her personally. He still bore her vallaslin .

“Mythal,” he breathed.

Ellana felt her chest tighten. Once upon a time, she wore the goddess’s markings, too. She worshipped her. Now her feelings were conflicted. Mythal wasn’t a perfect being and she was the source of all of Solas’s pain. The disappointment she felt was staggering.

“What have you done with Morrigan?” she asked, magic gathering around her ironbark gauntlet. 

“Peace, da’len,” Mythal said. The lyrium idol of her had melded into her, giving her a solid form. Rook spotted the dagger, muscles tensing. “I will return her when I am finished.”

“Finished? Doing what?”

“I WILL HAVE MY RECKONING!” Her voice resounded across the heavens, bringing everyone to their knees. The vehemence in that statement was an ancient cry for vengeance against a terrible betrayal that left a goddess a shell of her former greatness. The mortals before her shuddered under the sheer force of it. Mythal stood in the center of them all, clutching the dagger as her eyes burned white with ire. “I have clawed and crawled my way through the ages to get me to this very moment! Over the centuries I have systematically destroyed every member of the Evanuris, guiding history in the path I desired.” “What are you saying?” Davrin asked through gritted teeth. “That you let the Blight out?”

“No, that was a failure on Solas’s part to destroy the Evanuris’ pets. It did present me with an opportunity, however. The First Blight had already begun when I bound myself to my first vessel. I did not have the power to physically enter the Fade to cut down those traitors and I was too weak to fight their archdemons on my own, but I had intimate knowledge about the Blight. The world needed a way to combat it and I needed the archdemon they called Dumat dead. So, I gave the mortals the means to defeat it.”

“The Joining.”

“Yes. I was the famed Nakiri of the Donarks who suggested drinking the blood of darkspawn to absorb their power and build immunity to their taint. The Order of the Grey Wardens was established and they turned the tide of the war. Dumat fell and my retribution began.”

Davrin’s brows furrowed. “Didn’t the Grey Wardens need the blood of the archdemon to defeat it?”

Mythal chuckled. “It was easy enough to stage a battle against the archdemon, if only to collect drops of its blood. Many Wardens fell in that battle. Through their sacrifice, came victory.  The Blight itself was not destroyed, but the world had what it needed to survive.”

She began to walk through the crowd before her, their rapt attention fueling her ever forward. “Ages passed and I bided my time, passing from vessel to vessel, my power growing. Empires rose and fell, as did the archdemons. There were times history required a nudge. The First Blight had lasted far too long. So, during the Second, I introduced the Grey Wardens to the griffons. They weren’t utilized to their full potential until the Third Blight. It took time for the bond between griffon and rider to form, you see. Each subsequent Blight lasted a mere fraction of the one before it. The Fifth Blight lasted a mere year after I rescued the Hero of Ferelden from Loghain’s betrayal. Of course, June was always the weakest of us, so it’s no surprise to me that his archdemon fell so easily.”

All anyone could do was stare at her as she revealed the secrets of the past, mouths agape. She paused in front of Ellana who now stood up in defiance against her. Mythal smiled.

“There were only two members of the Evanuris remaining, among them Elgar’nan who ran me through with this very dagger. My retribution was nearly complete, but I couldn’t wait any longer for the centuries to pass and those mindless darkspawn to find their master. That, and I could sense the Veil weakening and with it, that prison. As powerful as I was, I was still no match for Elgar’nan’s strength. So, in secret, I woke Solas from his uthenara . I am the reason your paths crossed.” “And so you used him again,” Ellana whispered.

“He made his own choices,” Mythal argued. “Blame me if you must, but I never forced him to make the choices he did and I certainly had no sway on him when he awoke from his slumber. We are both at fault for the state of the world and while I spent what remained of my life trying to make up for our mistakes and save the world, he was sleeping. I knew he’d need to deal with the remaining Evanuris, but I didn’t know he would wish to tear down the Veil. This world is flawed, but it deserves to live. Over the years I have grown to love it and its people. Elvhenan, the Evanuris, it is better that it all fade from memory.” She gripped the dagger. “The fate of this world is not mine to decide any longer. Do what you will with Solas. I have arrived at my moment and I will have the final word. Elgar’nan dies by my hand.”

Ellana and Rook exchanged glances as Mythal strode past them, heading towards the throne room. 

“Your gods exhaust me,” he remarked when she was out of earshot. 

“... Noted,” Ellana said. “Do you think you guys can handle the archdemon?”

“Oh yeah,” Taash said, cracking their knuckles. “We’ve already taken down a bunch of dragons, this one is just a little bigger.”

“Little is an understatement,” Bellara said. “But, yes, we can do it!”

Ellana smiled at her and turned to her friends. “Felassan, Cole, I think you should go with Mythal. She said it herself that she’s not strong enough to defeat Elgar’nan on her own and, right now, he’s invincible. Protect her.”

Felassan nodded. “We will.” She pulled him and Cole into a tight hug. “Stay safe,” she said. “This is almost over.” 

They hugged her in return and when Felassan spoke next his voice was thick with emotion. “Bring him back to us.”

“I will.”

As the two groups headed back towards the throne room, Ellana held Rook back.

“Take some advice from a foolish woman who stands on the precipice of losing the one she loves most in this world,” she said, squeezing his hand. “ Tell her. You will forever regret it if you don’t.”

Rook’s eyes widened. “Wh-What? Tell who what?”

Ellana let out a breathless laugh, her eyes filled with tears. “You don’t think I noticed the stolen glances her way when I was spilling my heart out about Solas? You love her, and you need to tell her before it’s too late. Banal nadas. Ar lath, ma vhenan .”

“What does that mean?”

She smiled. “She’ll know what they mean. Tell her.”

A pat on his arm and she left with the others.

Rook stood there, his cheeks flushed, his heart fluttering. He spotted her across the way, talking to Neve.

“Bellara.” He spoke her name like a prayer. She turned, her warm brown eyes brightening at the sound of his voice and she skipped over to him.

“What is it, Rook?”

“There’s something I need to tell you and I’m … I’m sorry it's taken so long for me to get it out. I was afraid, but I’m not anymore.” He leaned in to whisper the words into her ear. When he drew back, she cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filled with happy tears.

“ Mala lath athim, mir uthenara.”

They kissed and Rook finally understood Ellana’s words. So many things were uncertain in this crazy, dangerous world, but there was one constant that always stood against the test of time.

Love.

[acanthawrites]

How to jilt a rake Chapter 10

AstarionxTav

Featuring: Gale, Lae'zel, Karlach, Wyll and Shadowheart

Rating: Mature

Genre: Angst, eventual smut, teasing, comedy, romantic comdey, shameless smut, emotional conflict, fluff

Excerpt:

“Did you see the Owlbear cub?” She exclaimed excitedly, Scratch was now sitting on one of her feet, his heavy body weight slumped against her knees as he gazed up at her lovingly.

“You mean that large fluffy snack you keep trying to lure back here? Briefly.”

“He’s not a snack.” Ellana said scratching the dog’s ears absent-mindedly, “He’s an orphan, thanks to those goblins.”

Astarion rolled his eyes, not knowing whether to be annoyed with her or greatly amused. “You heard the thing; its mother ate its sibling because she didn’t like it. Besides it’ll get bigger and that means its stomach will get bigger too.”

“I’ve always wanted to turn into an Owlbear.” Ellana said, more to herself and Scratch than to Astarion, it was clear she wasn’t paying him the slightest bit of notice. 

“Hmm, not sure I’d enjoy lying with an Owlbear.” The high Elf mused, watching as Ellana all but ignored him to plant a loving kiss on Scratch’s head.

Astarion was seized by the desire to put his arms around her and make her look at him until she too kissed him, but he was interrupted by Wyll and Karlach cheerfully joining them and asking questions about breakfast.

[thebookworm0001]

veilguard endgame spoiler thoughts and fic musing under the cut

so I was thinking about the longfic I had rolling around in my head and how, in the one happy ending Ellana and Solas got, it happens because Ellana stabs and kills Solas (he was only mostly dead) then uses the magic she got from a forgotten one to bring him back.

And I was trying to think about how that would marry into the end we did get from veilguard - and whether, if she thought it was necessary, she would trick solas into dealing himself in the prison/holding up the veil

And I had this delicious thought pop into my head which was ‘she would kill him, but wouldn’t betray him’

Ellana doesn’t want to kill solas and will avoid it at nearly any cost, but she definitely gets to a place in that timeline where she knows she’ll do it if she has to. And it’s so interesting to me that she doesn’t conceptualize that as a betrayal because of what she believes he’s been asking her without asking her. He wants to be stopped - he leaves a trail of crumbs to help her with that (which. thank you Veilguard for vindicating that headcanon) and I think she believes that so long as it’s her, so long as she can be with him, she can live with his death (maybe it’s her that’s the prideful one…) Not well, but she can comfort herself with having made sure he wasn’t alone and that she was saving him from himself as he asked to be.

But to trick him? To be deceitful and use their relationship against him to manipulate him into a prison of his own making, where he’ll drown in his own regrets for millennia? Nah she can’t do that.

anyway I love that I get to play with the angst of that and still get a happy end

[savingthrcw]

starter call for Ellana Lavellan! Check wanted interactions first (specify your muse if you are a multi)

[dreadwxlf]

@ellana-lavellan-rp sent: does your muse feel motivated by recognition and praise?

~{Solas is very much used to his work going unrecognized or even being vilified, so praise is very much not a motivation for him. However, after everything he's been through, he would appreciation some recognition now and again.}~

[smiletimeisrunningout]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S):

here on smiletimeisrunningout but also previous blogs:

Emma since before 2012. Though she kinda counts like more than one muse considering she has several main universes and then adaptations to other shows lol

on my multi savingthrcw but they are all either severely canon divergent or even alternate universe versions or ocs, with only a few exceptions:

Sarah Walker (Chuck) (closest to canon)

Jenny II (Doctor Who)

Stella (oc)

Terra from (ff6)

AU Jemma Simmons (Agents of SHIELD)

Kate Austen (Lost)

Ana Lucia Cortez (Lost)

the Book and Tvshow versions of Alina Starkov (Grishaverse) (may sorta be put on hiatus soon because I didn't write them as soon as I added them and I feel I'm forgetting how I meant to write them lol)

Ellie Bartowski (Chuck) (like Sarah she's close to canon but has canon divergent verses)

Alex McHugh (Chuck) (like Ellie)

Solona Amell (DAO) modded player's character

Neria Surana (DAO), player's character

Lily Tabris (DAO) same as Neria

Ellana Lavellan (DAI) player's character

Lex (BG3) player's character

Tauriel (The Hobbit)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Bad Wolfed version

Emma Swan but nearly closed (OUAT)

Clarke Griffin (The 100)

WANT TO WRITE:

(But will not write for sure because I don't have a grasp of 'historical' English language and I could never write the correct dialogue for them, and I'm not going to butcher canon characters making them speak in an unjustified modern way)

Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton)

Young Queen Charlotte (from Bridgerton universe)

Mary Woodhull (Turn WS)

Yennefer (The Witcher)

(But I will not write because I don't think I can channel them properly)

Inej Ghafa (Shadow and Bone tvshow)

Parker (Leverage)

Claire Littleton (Lost)

Daisy Johnson (AoS)

(And I might write)

ocs I'm picturing in my head

HAVE WRITTEN:

Bucky Barnes (MCU) around 2012 when characterization didn't really matter and we were tremendously ooc but having fun

Ruby and Belle from OUAT, same as Bucky

Maria Hill/Robin Scherbatski as mentioned above

oc inspired by Lara Croft

other versions of canon Emma Swan (OUAT)

Snow White and her mother Eva (OUAT)

Elizabeth Swann (POTC)

canon Jemma Simmons and more canon divergent versions with their own (surprisingly long lived) blogs

Britta Perry (Community)

Lily Evans (HP)

more that I have forgotten

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

my oc Ada

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[denofgluttonousmuses]

The first thing Ellanne thought when she saw Vivienne was, "Creators, she could break any Aravel with her buttocks just by sitting on them!"

The first thing Vivienne thought when she saw Elanna was, "Maker, we need to hurry up and fatten this elf before someone eats her... Or eat her myself."

[ar-lath-ma-cully]

HmmmMMMMMM solavellan PAIRHAPS for [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand.

And welcome Cully! Happy Friday!

I think we were all probably expecting something cute. Aaaaand that's now what we got lmfao Thank you for the prompt @rosella-writes <3 <3 <3 <3 For those who don't know--Ellana and Amaryllis gave each other tattoos on the inside of their left biceps... hehe For @dadrunkwriting Rating: T WC: 346 - Things had changed, Ellana knew. She had felt it in the way he had looked at her after she had chosen to drink from the well. How he had looked at her when he had admitted she had given him hope. How he had looked at her inside the Wyvern cave. 

She had become restless. There had been desperation in the nervous rolling of her stomach. She had found herself speechless in the wake of his admission, in what he was offering her. In how his lips had twisted, wistful. Ellana had searched his gaze for an answer, wanting–hoping–that this decision would not be hers. That Solas would tell her what she should do. She hadn’t wanted to believe that this–that any part of her life–could have been a lie. That the image of her father’s face would now forever be marred by the knowledge that he had died bearing the markings of a slave. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t.

She remembered crying. She remembered steeling herself, giving him her answer. Closing her eyes. The feel of his lips against the back of her marked hand, petal-soft; the brush of warmth as he exhaled against her skin. “You are free.”

She remembered opening her tearful eyes. Meeting his tender gaze. The way they had both leaned in–things had changed. There had been desperation in the rolling of her stomach. Her fingers had trembled where they were twisted in the front of his shirt. She wouldn’t let go. Not yet. 

Most of all, she remembered the way he had pulled back, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, his gaze distant; the way he had gently pried her hands from his tunic while she scrambled for purchase, already pleading–

“It will never happen again.”

Ellana looked into the mirror above her wash basin and touched the skin below her eyes. 

Her naked face felt no different.

She pulled her tunic over her head. Stared at her heaving chest briefly, lifted her left arm, and prayed, for just a moment, that this hadn’t changed. 

But it was gone.

[ravusnightblossom]

@ellana-lavellan-rp sent:  ⑁

Send ⑁ to sit on my muse’s lap

There was a very specific handful of things that could shake Ravus out of his usual comfort zone of introverted silent stoicness. His ability to be shocked had been refined and hardened over the years and little could pull such undignified reactions from him. What was on that small list was the sudden invasion on his personal space. Especially when it involved someone settling right on his lap!

The templar tensed and froze, mismatched eyes widening. "What..." His jaw dropped, taken aback as he stared at the woman now seated on him. What was he supposed to do? Was she intoxicated? Or perhaps she was merely trying to pull a reaction from him?

"Can I help you?" He asked, brow furrowing with obvious confusion on his face as he cleared his throat. "I suspect you... um... may be lost."