#sunny lavellan

[stinkrascal]

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this one doesnt fit the others but shes so cute i had to share 🤒

[03jelli]

my inquisitors and their rooks

[rainydaysie]

I present; the in-game vs canon names of my dragon age characters thus far.

Origins (my warden): Fucking Surana

Actual name: Fox Fucking Surana

DA2 (my hawke): Penisdragon Hawke

Actual name: Pendragon Hawke

Inquisition (my herald/inquisitor): Balls Lavellan

Actual name: Basil Lavellan

[lasatfat]

I was tagged by @saladruiner to make my Dragon Age OCs with this picrew, and I have far too many of them, so I just went with my protags. And in the case of Rook, planned protag. All of them are mages, because mages are cool.

Top left: my Warden, Eireann Surana. She/her. Arcane warrior, wielder of Spellweaver.

Top right: Rian Hawke. They/them. Force mage, wielder of Legacy.

Bottom left: Gideon Lavellan. He/him. Knight-Enchanter, and primarily a storm mage.

Bottom right: Luceo "Sunny" Aldwir. He/him and they/them. Veil Jumper, not sure about their spec yet. He's actually the adopted child of Eireann and Alistair, but he took the name "Aldwir," both to protect his family and because his parents cast very long shadows. Their moniker came about when they tried to communicate their name by drawing a sun ("Luceo" means "to emit light").

As far as tagging goes, I'll tag @carnalapples, @cryptidglitter, and anyone else who wants to share!

[wiccanbillys]

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

thank you @good-enemy for the tag <3

coke or pepsi: coke

disney or dreamworks: sorry but i prefer disney i could name maybe like two dreamworks movies off the top of my head

coffee or tea: tea because coffee tastes burnt

books or movies: books

windows or mac: windows

dc or marvel: unfortunately i am a marvel fan

x-box or playstation: i havent used either of these in years

dragon age or mass effect: what

night owl or early riser: night owl

cards or chess: cards

chocolate or vanilla: depends on the food but usually vanilla

vans or converse: docs

lavellan, trevelyan, cadash, or adaar: ⁉️

fluff or angst: angst. hurt that blorbo you know you want to

beach or forest: beach

dogs or cats: dogs by default because im allergic to cats

clear skies or rain: clear skies but like the kind of clear skies when its sunny with no clouds in the sky but its chilly out

cooking or eating out: depends on the food

spicy food or mild food: mild food bc im a picky eater and also white

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: hanukkah

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold

if you could have a superpower what would it be: telekinesis but that might just be because im a jean grey girlie

animation or live action: live action

paragon or renegade: ⁉️

baths or showers: baths but unfortunately showers are more convenient

team cap or team iron man: i hate both of them

fantasy or sci-fi: anyone who knows me knows i am the biggest fantasy lover out there

do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: idk i have a lot but i couldnt name them off the top of my head

youtube or netflix: youtube

harry potter or percy jackson: percy jackson obviously. he'd also kick harry potter's ass but thats a whole other conversation

when do you feel accomplished: when i succeed

star wars or star trek: ive seen bits of star wars so that one

paperback books or hardcover books: hardcover books because they have built in bookmarks and also theyre pretty

live in a world without literature or music: nice try but no

who was the last person to make you laugh: i dont know probably my dad

city or countryside: city i love the city i am a big city person (i dont live in a big city)

favorite chips: baked lays

pants or dresses: pants

libraries or museums: museums we have no good libraries here

character driven stories or plot driven stories: oh thats hard. probably plot but i do love a good character driven story

bookmarks or folding pages: bookmarks

dream job: music therapist

what gives you comfort: my dog. also music

what are you currently having brain rot levels of interest over: the once upon a broken heart series by stephanie garber and also maisie peters's music

what is your current favorite song: coming of age by maisie peters

(added question) how many books have you read this year?

tagging @henwilsons @napollya @thegoosewitch and whoever else is interested

[crabs-with-sticks]

happy friday! i am very intrigued by the solavellan fix-it au 👀sounds so juicy. so maybe ghilara/solas with the 'it's all about the yearning' prompt: ❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞ -broodwolf221

Combined with this prompt from @plisuu for my fix-it AU set after Solas' ritual is stopped (with no problems or anything being released) and Lavellan faking their deaths

Hope y'all like angst hehehehe :3 @dadrunkwriting

Under the Stars 766 words

CW: mild suicidal ideation

They were sitting just outside the cottage, a few steps away from the tangled and unruly garden, still being choked out by weeds. Their bowls from dinner had been long been discarded to the side, and even though the darkness had rolled in for the night, neither had moved to return them inside. “Do you ever regret it?” Ghilara asked. “Regret what?” “Surviving? That I saved you?” She was stretched out on her back, leaning her head against her residual limb and staring up at the sky, at the river of stars, a backdrop the two half moons. Solas was sitting up still, legs crossed and his hands resting atop them, his cane resting between them in the long grass. They were a hands breadth away, simultaneously the closest and furthest they’d been in near a decade.

Solas frowned, eyebrows furrowing in and glancing down. “Are you going to be alright if I answer that? However I answer that.” “I asked the question didn’t I?” “I suppose that is true.” His words hung in the air and he craned his neck backwards to look up at the stars above them. They seemed so far away; like a distant memory of youth, only half remembered. “Yes.” He answered. “Yes, I do regret it sometimes.” His voice trailed off, and he curled his legs up into his chest as if he were a pillbug. Ghilara could feel the hollow cavity in her chest where something used to be. She had grown around it. The muscles around it had grown so that most days she never lacked for anything, never felt the cavity. But it was still there. Always there. “Ir abelas Solas,” she whispered. He shook his head at her words, still staring up at the sky. “It is of no fault of yours, and I would not blame you, or resent you for what you did. I could never. It is just, so often it feels as though something is missing. I am not quite sure what, if I am being completely honest. Maybe it was faith, or purpose, or even just knowing what I wanted next. And I don’t know how to fill it again. How to replace that loss. And I know I must be the most ungrateful man in the world to resent a woman such as you saving my life. But when I feel that emptiness I sometimes wonder if it would have been better if I had died in that ritual. Died rather than put you through this.” She gazed up, pondering her next words. The stars were pale lights dusted across the deep black of the sky, with swirls of purple and blue dancing clouds through them. Beneath her she could feel the press of the soil- still warm from the sunny day, the tickle of grass on her bare skin. “Yeah, I understand. I feel it too. I wish I could tell you how to fill it, but I am as lost as you are.” She could hear the faint smile in his tone, “then let me turn the question round on you, Ilara. Do you regret it? That you saved me?” “Sometimes, yeah,” she sighed and was filled with warmth when Solas didn’t rush to fill it in. Silence spoke for them sometimes. The moons were cresting out over the forest now, where their tips had been peeking out from. They shed a quiet light over the plains, casting pale shadows from their bodies. “In those early days, when I wasn’t sure if you would live, I cursed myself over and over, for being so stupid. And even now, when its quiet, my thoughts turn to them. To Dorian, Varric, Merrill…Shirala. I wonder how they are grieving me. But I am glad still, that you are here. You’re one of the last people I could save who saw me. Every side of me. The leader, the fighter, the hunter, the mother, the Dalish, the failure, the success…the lover.” “And it is enough?” She wanted to reach out to him. To cross over the hands breadth distance between them. To hold his hand in her own, to feel his palms and his long fingers intertwined with her own. But she didn’t have it in her, she didn’t have the will. He might as well have been miles away. Instead she spoke. “No. It is not enough. But I do not regret it. And I would not change my choice.” They fell silent then, heads tilted back to look at the stars as they sat amongst the overgrown grass.

[plasticfreckles]

🌙 the F is for fadesmash solavellan enjoy🌙

Being with her shapes his world, waking and dreaming.

At least, it shapes the few nights he dreams of his own accord, instead of wandering and lingering in the dreams of other's and spirit interpretations of past events alike.

Love and Curiosity visit him there, tugging along their wraith and wisp friends to play out the fiction of his subconscious. A version of the world that can only exist there, because they would not have found each other as they are in a world this perfect. Their flaws and failures shape the real world, but if it were another world, their flaws and failures would never have taken shape.

He never lingers on these thoughts, not in this fantasy of peace and love and companionship.

Recently, he lingers in the same scenario: Skyhold but a fraction of its size, the libraries and his frescos right underneath their rooms, kitchen beneath that, and the west door of the rotunda leads directly into the gardens where Lavellan so loves to spend the sunny days under the stone pergola to sew.

They're wholly and utterly alone in it, save for the distant chickencall.

He starts to notice he can only dream up robes he's seen her wear or watched her sew in the waking world; his sense for arts never did transfer to fabrics. He'd held her hand aloft to close that first rift so long ago and known immediately how to flick his brush to perfectly transfer the hairs of her brows onto that first fresco, but when she'd told him how she would dye samite in blood lotus and make it a short cloak to protect from sudden rainshowers, he could picture little more than stained shreds of cloth over shoulders.

It is summer there, in his imagination, and she wears the small, revealing tunic variations she prefers; high, snug waist held by layered belts, a deep cleavage that runs down between her breasts until Solas realizes she folds the fabric closed underneath the belts, the sides of her hips and legs bared entirely. Between her and the ground, the hurriedly-woven straw sandals that she never lifts her feet in.

He even leaves his frescos in this dream; maybe he's finished them, or maybe he feels content - compelled - to pull out an easel and sketch out the scene of his love wielding her crafts like magic, in the romantic surroundings of their gardens in the late summer.

This time, when she spots him here, in his own dream, she grasps him by his bare arms and pulls him away from the easel, into the sun.

"We could just throw everyone out and move the libraries over here if you want," she jokes, as she lays them down on the grass and makes him rest on her scantily-clothed chest. "Your frescos would still be over there, but you could paint the rest of Skyhold."

"I would hide the entrance to here behind wards and spells and barriers, and we would make the rest of the castle a gallery for our crafts."

"Oh, but then we wouldn't be alone, Solas. Ever."

Solas kisses the side of her breast.

"If it meant you were contented, I don't think I would mind." Much. Not enough for it to matter, in any case.

The world shifts around him, and she sits on top of him. She kisses him so deep she may as well swallow him whole. He holds her to him as tight as his arms let him. He can feel her core, wet and hot over his navel.

"Oh, good. You're already topless." He wasn't, not until she stated so.

He stalls her hands once she rises and he realizes her intentions, notices her eagerly loosening the knot on his leggings, behind her, blindly, with skill that should no longer surprise him so.

Though he supposes it is partially his fault. She is no mage, no dreamer, but she picks up easily on the slightest changes in their shared dreams. Whether it is her inane affinity for the magical or the influence of the mark on her, he neither knows nor really cares.

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He did slide both hands under the rare lace-up shirt (one of his that he does not enjoy wearing) she wore that night, massaged her breasts and licked her breath out of her mouth while rutting against her until his seed made the hem of the shirt stick to her skin.

Will you stain all my sleepwear until I have none left? She'd asked, breathlessly, grinding up to meet him, amusement in her words rather than accusation. When he opened his eyes and regarded her for a moment, her tangled hair, her flushed face, the shining eyes and swollen lips, the saliva on her chin, she'd turned her face toward the crate by the door to their dressing room, overflowing with clothes she insists to launder herself, and atop it all, her favorite red nightgown, painted with their desire so much a so-inclined maid would be able to deduce every position from the stains. He slid an arm through the neckline of his shirt on her, to grasp her chin and hold her there. It was uncomfortable in his forearm, and his elbow must have poked her somewhere, but they were both too caught up in each other to care. She grabbed his wrist and pulled the hand down, around her throat.

Yours, mine, the sheets, the furs, your skin, he'd huffed into her mouth. If I had my way, you'd never leave this bed. And she'd laughed, at his words, at his commitment to her, at his helpless whine when she clenched herself and her thighs around him.

Oh, I don't know. You seemed to enjoy yourself when we did it over the balcony handrail. He had, and her dedication to flippant conversation, even as she reached around them and lightly squeezed at his balls, made him fall that much harder for her.

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He shakes off the memory. He could already feel the humidity in the air, see the skies tinge red behind her head, above trees and castle walls. If Desire could smell his excitement, so could Lavellan - she'd evidently felt it behind her -, and if she played his pipe here, there would be no turning back. He would forsake all he came awake to do, let the Veil be torn down around them and spend the rest of eternity fucking her in the Fade. And worst of all, she would let him.

"Vhenan. Not here. Let us not invite Hunger, Greed and Desire into our idyll." She huffs, blows hair out of her face, and nods.

"You're probably right. Though I'm starting to see Iron Bull's stance on the matter. We should be allowed to take each other whenever we like, without risking possession." It makes Solas laugh out loud, despite himself. He gently turns them again, and her thighs settle around his waist as he leans over her, kisses her nose, her cheek, the underside of her chin.

"Return to your body, my love, and know I shall wake you before long, to finish what we started here, away from prying eyes and misguided virtues." If she notices his charm that makes her muscles heavy and eyes droopy, she never tells him.

"Hunger and Greed and Desire have their purposes, you know. You taught me that, not so long ago." Even as she retorts, her eyes remain closed, her thighs slide down past his until her calves are loosely draped over his.

"I did. Everything, this side of the Veil or the other, has a time and place. Just as our desire for one another has a time and a place." He knows he can still hear her, even though her face darkens into the lines of her vallasin and her fingers on his chest start to turn cold. "Would that we could, I would spend every waking moment chasing your high, and every resting moment here with you." Her lips are soft and sweet, even if they don't move to follow his.

He will whisper one more thing to her before moving away from her and waking himself. She is already sleeping by herself again, will not even remember the words, but still, they will make her shower him in praises all the more.

"I will wake you with my fingers inside you so deep you can feel them in your lungs, and then you shall mount me and claim your prize, and never will there have been a more perfect joining than ours, with red streaks of my nails on your hips and kiss bruises on your breasts, and you will never have been more beautiful."

And if he were to look at himself in the mirror after and spots the marks of her oddly pointed corner teeth, he will cast no magic on them.

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not to toot my own horn [beep beep choo choo], but I like my own filth

im so single can u tell lmao

also not really calling parts by their names is a plot device, bc i feel Solas would either talk his way around the words or just go straight up like the most unhinged filthiest slang word you've ever experienced

also i *have* to stop writing all my ficlets in tumblr drafts, the fact that the amount of times I accidentally published half-finished, not grammar corrected brain rot is more than 3 is just straightup embarrassing

[flowersbane]

day 30 of posting random dragon age headcanons until veilguard to cope with the arduous task of waiting

my lavellan’s favorite weather is cloudy, no rain. solas’s is perfect, sunny weather with a gentle breeze. he can’t imagine why she would enjoy such dreary weather. she tries to explain it, but he never quite understands.

she retaliates by saying she can’t imagine why he wouldn’t enjoy tea and a very familiar and commonplace debate ensues

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Made some cute little picrews of my Inquisitors using the "Little Guy Maker" (Link)! While both my Adaars are grey-skinned in reality, I figured I'd give them their non-Qunari skin tone for the sake of the picrew. I'd hate to leave them out!

Here's a link to the post about my Wardens!

I'm planning on making a proper series of posts to serve as reintroductions to my Wardens and Inquisitors, but I couldn't help but share these adorable little versions of them! I've added little descriptions of them below in the Read More!

First up is Mallory Trevelyan! He's a lovely little (six foot) guy who got caught up with the Inquisition in full crossdresser garb and just kept up the ruse for as long as he could. He fully identifies as Mallory, but has no issues with being referred to by the name and pronouns (she/her) his female "persona", Mallie. Disowned at 20 for being a gender-nonconforming homosexual, Mallory made his way to Ansburg and quickly formed a friend group made up of sex workers. The fact that he ended up the Herald of Andraste while trying to meet up with his estranged father at the Conclave never ceases to baffle him. I do hope it's no surprise that he fell in love with Blackwall! Not a Warden, Thom? Not a woman, Inquisitor?

Next to Mallory is Kiora Trevelyan! While a rift mage in game, she really functioned as a magical cuddle therapist and budding somniari back in her Circle days. She's a narcoleptic, her intense connection to the Fade often pulling her into sleep incredibly often and quickly. She's often encountering demons, but she's become incredibly proficient at tricking or coaxing them out of her over the years. Thanks to her, Skyhold is full of little black cats, all of which she's named. She adores her girlfriend, Sera, as she's one of the few people who never fail to keep her awake.

Below Mallory is Aelon Lavellan! He's a chaotic little man, obsessed with tinkering and order. He barely identifies with his Dalish heritage, and quite enjoys all of the new things the human world has to offer. He just wishes it was less full of humans. With the exception of Dorian, of course. The stress of battling Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and likely several other issues has left his incredibly soft ginger hair with many grey patches. He has few friends in the Inquisition, but that doesn't stop him from somewhat enjoying it.

Next to Aelon is Ashavise Lavellan! A woman who cares far, far more for the dead than the living, it's no wonder that Cole is her closest companion in the Inquisition. She has a deep love for elven history and uses her summoned spirits to help her learn. As soon as Solas started talking about his trips in the Fade, she instantly started flirting. What better way to get a man to tell you about his ancient knowledge than to offer him a beautiful woman's body? The day he told her that her vallaslin were slave markings however, she realized that an ancient culture is nothing compared to the one she was blessed with in the present.

Below Aelon is Ademamar Cadash! His mother was from Antiva, his father was from Orzammar, and his mostly-faux confidence knows no bounds. Regardless of the Iron Bull's insistence that he'd break, Ade never let that stop him from trying to ride the Bull. He got there, eventually, of course. Deeply romantic and social despite never having been romantically kissed nor having had friends, Ade would kill and die for the members of the Inquisition, especially Bull and his Chargers.

Next to Ade is Harta Cadash! A very proud member of the Antivan branch of the surface Carta, Harta is a bundle of joy and poison. She loves wine, romance, and all things warm and sunny. Having to live in dreary Skyhold and not beautiful Seleny is one of the biggest drawbacks to being the Inquisitor, in her mind. While she initially flirted with Cullen, she quickly moved on to pursuing Dorian. It's no wonder why her attempt at romance didn't work out, but she couldn't care less. After all, she got a best friend out of it!

Below Ade is Ozol Adaar! A Tal-Vashoth by choice, Ozol is the world's largest pacifist. Originally an Arvaard, he helped his saarebas escape the Qun, unable to tolerate the cruel way it treated mages. Once in the South, he renamed himself Özil—Öz- meaning self or essence, and -il meaning city—but, with time, the name morphed into Ozol thanks to the non-Qunari accents of his mercenary company. While initially hopeful that the massive qunari would be a good fighting force, Cassandra was incredibly disappointed to hear that the massive mercenary was the tax guy for his company. He won her over, in the end. Pie and poetry go a long way in wooing a Seeker.

Next to Ozol is Semiha Silva-Adaar! Found at the edge of a wheat field in a town outside of Markham, Semiha was adopted by two older human parents. Her birth parents left her with only the word "Adaar" scrawled onto a piece of paper. While she wishes she knew them, Semiha doesn't resent the Qunari who left their daughter, only a few days old, out in the elements. Semiha was incredibly proud to be deemed as the "Herald of Andraste" despite being a grey-skinned farm girl. Her adoration for the grace and charm of Josephine quickly turned into a full-blown crush, and it was only through the lack of available livestock that she didn't try to woo her using cattle.

[okthisway]

People You Want to Know Better

Thank you for the tag @salesmain!! Tagging: @ellwyns @nerdalmighty @madbalalaika @void-singer

Three Ships: so hard to choose just three but main ones at the moment are Astarion/Gale (Baldur's Gate 3), Fenris/Anders (Dragon Age 2), Solas/Lavellan (Dragon Age Inquisition)

First Ship: if it means the first couple i was rooting for then probably Sakura/Syaoran (Cardcaptor Sakura). the first fanfic i read however was for House/Wilson (House MD)

Last Song: Ally Ahern - Lonely Ass Bitch. The part at 2:26 always makes me laugh I love it so much

Last Movie: can't remember uhhh i think Inside Out

Currently Reading: just finished reading Solas/Lavellan fic Ma Vehnan by @salesmain it's amazing i was laughing to tearsss

Currently Watching: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. some scenes are hilarious but most of it makes me feel bad lol i'm desperately looking for something funny to watch so if anyone can recommend anything pls pls pls let me know

Currently Eating: nothing but the last thing i ate was a peach yogurt

Currently Craving: zevran arainai something spicy

[withinthem]

hi, friends! this is a fresh starter call for all of my muses! capping starters at 5 per muse, but there's no cap for muns. i will get to these when i can. thank y'all! ♡

Diana Prince:

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Faith Lehane:

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Gracie Bishop:

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Haley James Scott:

Simon Spier (hiddenpxpercuts)

Scarlett Thomas (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

Hannah Washington:

Emily Davis (wvsteria)

Lucas Sinclair (ofmimicry)

Sunny Baudelaire (ofmimicry)

Naomi Campbell (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

Sam Giddings (atorturedscul)

Randy Bradley (intxthevxid)

Jyn Erso:

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Kate Denali:

Nina Zenik (ofmimicry)

Sailor Serpeni (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

Kirby Reed:

Jill Roberts (drvcxrys)

Tara Carpenter (wvsteria)

Brooke Maddox (atorturedscul)

Lorelai Gilmore:

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Maggie Rhee:

Michonne (drvcxrys)

Maya DeLuca-Bishop:

Mira Sorrengail (lcngliive)

Victoria Huges (mastcrmiind)

Mysaria:

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Nani Pelekai:

Lilo Pelekai (thetorturedmusesdept)

Inquisitor Andromeda Lavellan (ofmimicry)

Stitch (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

Noelle Bailey:

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Robin Buckley:

Nancy Wheeler (drvcxrys)

Chrissy Cunningham (wvsteria)

Lucas Sinclair (ofmimicry)

Sharpay Evans:

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[heylittleriotact]

In case anyone is keen on a completed Solavellan fic set after Trespasser that’s about as cheerful as a Baz Luhrmann flick. What with Veilguard and stuff:

Summary:

The beauty of free will is that it is as dangerous as it is liberating. The fact that she is most certainly dying is a good enough reason to put that theory to the test as well as push the boundaries of what is and isn't possible in this world. This suits her just fine; friends don't let friends leap off of towers with wax wings on sunny days.

Add in a number of complicated feelings regarding the man she knew as Solas, and it's clear that El'una Lavellan is bound to attract some attention during the course of her swan song. Whether it's wanted or not is something she's going to have to deal with.

[ofmimicry]

hello friends! it is time! Below the cut I have included connections and plot ideas that i have for my current characters. If there are any that interest you please reach out - especially if you have a lot of muses - otherwise give this a like and I will come to you

CARDAN GREENBRIAR.

I'll start this off by saying that Cardan is not available for shipping, he's one of my few characters where I have it in his bio that he's married to his canon partner (im obsessed with them, truly)

I would love to see people that he's pranked or gotten into fight with before, he has the ability to glamour things and could also technically make humans do whatever he wants, though he's trying to behave

some friends would be fun, of course, cardan is a bit of an alcoholic if i'm being honest and he can be a bit cruel to anyone he doesn't like HOWEVER he has gotten better and can be a good friend and person. it just takes some time and patience

CONNOR HOLSTROM.

I would love for him to have a few roommates - maybe four people sharing an apartment? I think that could be super entertaining

A group of friends, i do plan on him gaining his memories back eventually and befriending the other characters from the crescent city books but i think it would be entertaining and good for future angst if he had made some solid friendships before his memories return. Connor is into sports and fitness and also drinks in his free time

Gym buddies! he works at a gym and i feel like he would have made friends there

Someone, or maybe a few people, who he just doesnt get along with. Where they bicker/banter and leave every conversation rolling their eyes at each other

a midgame ship. I kind of want him to meet someone and think that theyre the one for him but then something happens where they end up breaking up. I do see him as bi so it could be boy or girl and we can discuss reasonings for the breakup as we go

an endgame ship. i almost want it to be someone that he's friends with and ends up developing feelings for them.

NINA ZENIK

Bi queen, however shipping is already going to be a mess for her. Nina is a flirt and currently doesn't have her memories so if we would like to add more angst i would gladly do some flirtationships and maybe have her go on a few dates

Lots of friends please! Nina is an extrovert and has a huge heart. She's very confident and can be self sacrificing almost ( definitely ) to a degree where it's a flaw

I do think she'd definitely have enemies or people she doesn't get along with, she's very outspoken about her opinions and I think it'd be fun to have someone that she doesn't get along with even if it's something small and all they do is bicker

i think that a roommate or two would also be entertaining! I definitely dont think she would live alone

INQUISITOR ANDROMEDA LAVELLAN.

Andromeda is very playful and flirty so I could definitely see her having some flings and even one night stands

friends will be hit or miss, she can befriend anyone but she also has trust issues so while she may be friendly it might take awhile for a real friendship to form

i'd like some workout buddies for her! She's definite a regular at the gym and I can also see her as the type to go for a run every morning

reading buddies/book club? She's only recently started reading for fun but it's something that she enjoys and i'd love to see her bond through that ( also her bragging that one of her closest friends is an author )

i also think it could be fun for her to bond with others from different fantasy worlds, just seeing them discuss the differences could be entertaining, i think

SUNNY BAUDELAIRE.

I would love for her to go on some dates, I'm not sure how much of a settling down type Sunny is but I'd love to explore chemistry with her and see who she vibes with. I think she's still learning for herself and it could be really fun

Friends! she definitely cooks for them at any given opportunity

a best friend, i want someone outside of her siblings that she feels comfortable letting down her guard for

Coworkers, maybe they aren't super close friends but the type of people that she gets along with and they have a camaraderie despite being very different people, give me one adult that she actually trusts of the head chef that she works for

I could see her having enemies and I genuinely wouldn't be surprised if there were time that she had gotten physical with them

[mooreaux]

Out of curiosity, what’s your cannon play through for dragon age?

Oof which one???

But if u mean all three I will try to be v brief.

Origins: either Tyne Surana as Alistair's lover and court mage when he's king. Or Luka Amell as warden commander bossing around everybody in Amaranthine whilst writing smutty letters to Zev from across the Waking sea.

Da2: Mary hawke is my default despite NEVER drawing her lol. She's in luv w Varric and a mage so she got the heck outta Kirkwall as fast as she could w templar carver. Still has excellent relationships w all her friends tho because she's blue/purple hawke combo and a chronic people pleaser w terrible depression in secret.

Inquisition: Sasha Lavellan is my default inquis since I moved Sunny off to dnd. She's a solas mancer unfortunately lol. But defo has a thing with bull once he leaves. Nothin ever comes of it tho because she is absolutely GONE on egg wolf. She's v soft and sad and caring and wishes she coulda seen him for what he was sooner.

All my da charas have animal companions cuz Im Like That. Tyne has a lil kitten that hides in her hood. Luka has his giant Mabari foot warmer. Mary has a raven. And Sasha has a red hart who acts like a guard dog.

Thank u for the ask!!! Luv my kids..

[urrone]

fic: beyond heroes

back on my lavellan/varric bullshit

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 None of this shit makes any sense to me. Is this the end of the world? Did Andraste send you through the breach? I have no idea.

Fallwyn slicks poison along her blades and moves to what she hopes is Corypheus’s blindside to jab her very pointy daggers into his back. The techniques that Heir taught her in a sunny courtyard months ago all slip from her grasp as her reserves run completely dry, nothing left but anger and a grim determination.

It’s been hours of hacking their way up the ruins. Rocks floating in the sky like they’re already in the veil, the sickly green shining all around them. They’d conquered the Maker-cursed lyrium dragon from Adamant, though Bull had almost lost a horn and Varric had taken at least one direct hit of his lyrium breath.

She hates that she brought Varric, that she hadn’t even had to ask, really. He was already grabbing his crossbow when she skidded into the main hall from the war room. She couldn't have left him behind if she'd tried. She hates that this quest might kill him, might kill any of them, but especially him. But if this is her end, she wants him by her side.

read on ao3

[merrunzs]

new intro post <3

previously known as @dibellas | eternally also found at @taaz0-kaan

hi! im sunny/stella! he/him sun/suns pronouns, minor, all that good stuff .

this is my sideblog for all rpg (tes, bioware games, bg3, etc) and most oc things. i draw and i write and i make headcanons and meta occasionally. im perpetually insane and sometimes i get the drive to create about it

please please ask me about my ocs and my headcanons and blorbos

my beautiful rough and broken tag system + my ocs under the cut:

i also post about my ocs under 'oc: x' tags :) i wanna make a full oc masterlist post eventually but. these are the main players of my brain because i play favourites:

original posts - #sunny speaks

my art - #sunny draws

my writing (non existent for now but maybe one day ill share. lol) - #sunny writes

asks - #sunny answers

headcanons - #sunny thinks

achilles shepard - mass effect trilogy protagonist, they/he/she, vanguard paragade, spacer war hero/ruthless

saizeh-ko baandariitay - skyrim protagonist, she/he, ohmes-raht khajiit/demiprince of mehrunes dagon, dibella priest and knight

sahren mahariel sabrae - dragon age origins protagonist, she/they, duelist and ranger rogue, dalish elf

telitheir 'teth' lavellan - dragon age inquisition protagonist, they/he, force/rift/spirit healer mage, dalish elf

temerity anchev - baldurs gate 3 protagonist, he/it, redeemed dark urge but also its complicated, thief rogue/archfey warlock multiclass