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bogunicorn · 9 months

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Shout out to ships with a dumb-of-ass-smart-of-brain wizard and a badass fighter with a soft side just making each other's lives more complicated.

#bog post #was thinking abt dragon age with this #but show me your wizard/warrior otps plz #adoribull #solandra #solas x cassandra #solavelyan #geralt x yennefer #helnik #malina #the witcher #sab #soc

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rosella-writes · 14 days

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I saw this question floating around and thought it fascinating so WOE inquiry be upon ye:

If you had to pick 5 fics you’ve written to make a “crash course” and sum up your writing personality, which would they be?

This is so sweet to ask, thank you 😭 I love a chance to ramble.

The first one has gotta be the intro to Virelan Lavellan, who hadn't been fully formed yet in my brain by this point. I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you (fuel the pyre of your enemies) is a rambling Hozier reference used as a pretty cover for primal kink fade sex. I just really like making beautiful smut and using it for character revelations.

Another smut as character study is this fic that forms little vignettes around bits of canon banter between Solas and Blackwall. Lay Down Your Armour was my case for the Blackwall x Solas ship as an example of two similar men finding refuge in each other. It was one of the works that really cemented my love for Solas rarepairs.

Another rarepair I love is Solas x Iron Bull, and I got to explore that with King's Gambit — it's another pairing built around character studies of two liars, replete with a drake fight, philosophy talk surrounding Bull becoming Tal Vashoth, and also gay sex so yay!

Continuing on with rarepairs, as well as vignettes built around canon banter, I used actual lines from the game to make a case for a romance between Cassandra and Solas. My life is like the dust (that hides the glow of a rose) is smut free (I know, crazy right?) and chock full of romance, including candlelit evenings reading together, a dance among flowers, and poetry.

Finally, I just really love crafting atmosphere and writing introspection, and Solas in the Temple of Dirthamen is prime material for that. I wrote this little one shot, in our eternity, only darkness reigns, to explore Solas's thoughts while exploring the temple of the young Evanuris he locked away — maybe one he'd even considered his friend, seeing as how his statue guards the temple's entrance.

Thank you again for the chance to share. 💚 I'm really proud of these and they were fun to write.

#my fic #my writing #solas #the iron bull #cassandra pentaghast #solandra #blackwall #rarepair #dragon age #solavellan #ask game

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fadedsweater · 6 months

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word search tag game

This was a lot of fun! Thank you @inquisimer for tagging me! 💛

I'll tag @darethshirl, @bdafic, @crackinglamb, @dreadfutures, and anyone else who wants to participate!

You can use published fics, wips, or a mix of both. You're looking for the words:

soft, bare, sun, place, deserve

My snippets below the cut!

Comfortable from no cracking open of heaven (but quiet and still), a Cassandra/Solas fic I wrote for @weatheredlaw for the 2023 Solas Lovers Exchange:

Cassandra felt out of her depth, inexperienced and clumsy. Perhaps she was misreading his intentions. Perhaps he wasn’t flirting at all. “You flatter me so,” she said, and Maker, she sounded awkward and fumbling and she wished she could disappear through the floorboards of this wretched cabin. “And here I had meant to make you feel more comfortable.”

Touch, from a lovely patch of earth, a gift for @rosella-writes featuring her OCs Virelan Lavellan and Tulin, which I wrote for the Arlathan eXchange 2023:

Without warning, Virelan came up from behind him, dragging her warm palm along the short, fuzzy hair beginning to grow on his scalp. It was an unfamiliar feeling, still—to have hair, certainly, but also to be touched so casually, so lovingly, by someone he loved in return. It shook him out of his haze, opened a bloom of warmth in his chest. He leaned into her palm. But it was more than her touch; everything Virelan did, whether it be a look or a gesture or a word, filled him with warmth. She was blazing and bright. Her passion, her temper, her ferocity, her love all burned so intensely that it was impossible not to feel it, too.

I had such a hard time finding the word Mood, but I finally found it in unpublished, pre-relationship solavellan wip that I honestly forgot about and now have feelings about again:

"Well," Eira said, and gave him a grim smile. "It looks like a lovely dinner of…hardtack and peasant bread." Solas's nose scrunched a fraction. "How appetizing." This time her smile was real. She divided up what remained of the rations, which was not very much at all. The bread at least was close enough to real food she could imagine a better taste for it. "It's not so bad," she said, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Solas gave her a dry look. "I've eaten worse," she amended.

Opposite from my smutty solavellan fic, Interrupted Plans:

Everything about this feels frantic. She feels frantic. And Solas does, too, from the sound and the look of him, which sends her reeling because he’s usually slow, deliberate, patient—the opposite of whatever has come over them both.

Answer from an unpublished solavellan wip, featuring post-trespasser angst and the "I didn't know where else to go" trope:

Solas does not see the blood at first. And then it is all he can see. She clutches at her stomach and it pours out from between her fingers. It soaks into her clothes. It's dripping onto the floor with each strained step she takes toward him. Solas has far too many questions that she is in no state to answer, the foremost of them being how did you access this Eluvian? Before he can find his voice, she speaks. “I didn’t know where else to go,” she says. She stumbles, and despite all of his better instincts, he rushes to catch her.

#memes #tag game #my fic #my writing #solavellan #solandra

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colorsofmycity · 11 months

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#athens #citycolors #colorsofmycity #greece #moschato #solandra #flowers

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thebotanicalarcade · 9 months

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n10_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Curtis's botanical magazine.. London ; New York [etc.] :Academic Press [etc.]. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/435091

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blogflores0 · 1 year

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Autor: Olga Guedes

#Exterior #Solanaceae #Solandra #Solandramaxima #Solandraamarela

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crudlynaturephotos · 2 months

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#chalice vine #cup of gold #solandra maxima #flowering vines #toxic plants #stamens #anthers #pollen #flower buds #balboa park #san diego

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photoblogdujour · 2 months

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Solandra Maxima, cup of gold vine (the cup is gold, the vine is cup of gold, it's not a cup that contains gold vine), Golden Chalice (do not drink out of this), and Hawaiian lily, all stuffed into this single picture. Pretty amazing what compression algorithms can do these days.

#golden chalice #hawaiian lily #solandra maxima #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #macro photography #flowers of tumblr #flowers on tumblr #inner life of flowers #macro flower #flowers

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nagaino · 1 year

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#solandra maxima 'Warrimoo'#Jindai Botanical Garden #Tokyo #ソランドラ・マキシマ　’ワリモー’#神代植物公園 #東京 #Voigtlander Macro APO-Lanther 125mm F2.5 SL

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jaedoesart · 1 year

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Day 30: The Confession

#my art #shaperaverse #kevin and abi and the secret of the golden pendant #alt!connor #kevin the mouse #abi the witch #ryvyr d goblin #solandra osborn #telna warner #huevember #huevember 2022 #huevember day 30 #OMG I ACTUALLY DID IT #i have NEVER made it all the way through one of these 30-day challenges before #holy shit

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talonabraxas · 3 months

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Planet Mars: Astrology, Associations, Healing & Magick -Talon Abraxas

Mars and Magick

The energy of Mars may be invoked in magical workings dealing with warriors, war or battles, attack or defense, increasing or preserving physical strength, courage, or sexual potency.

It can also be invoked to break binding spells and love spells and to counter or protect against any spells using Venus energy. Mars energy lends itself well to spells to induce lust and passion, but not love and devotion.

Herbs Associated with the Planet Mars

Thorny and/or red plants are often associated with Mars as are those with a strong, spicy flavor and the ability to warm and stimulate or energize the body.

A list of 50+ herbs associated with the planet Mars:

Acacia,

Agapanthus,

Aloes,

All-Heal,

Asafoetida,

Asarabacca,

Ashwagandha,

Barberry,

Basil,

Belladonna,

Betony,

Black cherry,

Black gum,

Blue cohosh,

Broomrape,

Bryony,

Buckbush,

Butterbur,

Butcher’s broom,

Cacti,

Calamus,

Caper,

Cardamom,

Cardoon,

Cassava,

Catnip,

Chicalote,

Chickweed,

Chives,

Coneflower,

Coriander,

Corn salad,

Cow Parsnip,

Cypress,

Dandelion leaf,

Devil’s claw root,

Dragonhead flower,

Dragon tree,

Field horsetail,

Flax lily,

Garlic,

Gentian,

ginger,

Gobo,

Gorse,

Guanique,

Hawthorn,

Holly,

Horseradish,

Hyacinth,

Japanese knotweed,

Kola nut,

Lamium,

Maca,

Madder Root,

Madwoman’s Milk,

Masterwort,

Mistletoe,

Mugwort,

Mullein,

Mustard,

nettles,

Onion,

Pepper,

Pepperwort,

Pennyroyal,

Pigweed,

Radish,

Red cedar,

Red clover,

Red-hot poker,

Reed,

Resurrection lily,

Rowan,

Rue,

Safflower,

Sarsaparilla,

Solandra,

Tea,

Tarragon,

Thistle,

Thyme,

Toadflax,

Tomatillo,

Turmeric,

Wild ginger,

Wild tobacco,

Wormwood,

Yohimbe

Crystals Associated with Mars

Any red stone can be used to represent Mars including ruby and garnet. Bloodstone also contains Mars energy.

Other Correspondences

Mars is associated with Tuesday, and in Romance languages, the word for Tuesday often resembles Mars (in Spanish, Martes, and in French, Mardi). Dante Alighieri associated Mars with the liberal art of arithmetic.

The color red, the-tower tarot card, the sword, and the pentagram are all symbols of Mars.

The horse, the bear, and the wolf are also associated with Mars.

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rosella-writes · 1 year

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Hey, happy Friday! I submit "nudging the other one" for Solas/Cassandra :)

Thank you!! For @dadrunkwriting, rated G, featuring a bakery inspired by this fic by @dreadfutures

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The Orlesian sun was hot, but not the sort that left Cassandra feeling as if she were laid upon a fire — it made her feel relaxed and loose-limbed, even within her gambeson. At the Inquisitor’s request, they had left their armour and weapons with the Inquisition agents within the city. Today, Bryn had stated, was a day for them and them alone.

The Val Royeaux market bustled. Wide skirts jockeyed for room, heels clacked upon the cobblestones, and the feathers upon hats bobbed and waved at eye-level for many in their party. Bryn alone seemed immune to the reach of these ornaments. They were a foot taller than most in the crowd, and moved easily enough by virtue of their size and status. Cassandra and Solas followed close in their wake, taking advantage of the space. Cole, Cassandra supposed, remained nearby but out of sight.

Among the many battling scents of perfumes, leatherwork, sun-heated fruit, and flowers came a familiar fragrance — Cassandra turned on her heel, searching for it. She reached out without thinking and caught at Solas’s sleeve.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Do you smell that?”

The apostate looked at her with an incredulous expression. “Yes, Seeker, whatever it is I assure you I am being assailed by it.”

She scoffed. “It is sweet. It reminds me of a treat I have not had in years. Inquisitor?”

Bryn glanced over at them, their eyes calm and placid and their brows raised in a silent question. They cocked their horned head to the side.

“Do you see a pâtisserie?”

Recognition dawned, and they suddenly cast their gaze over Cassandra and Solas’s heads. They did not need to stand on tiptoes in order to see, but they rose upon them almost out of habit. Their lips parted as they searched — they suddenly pointed and said, in their gentle voice, “Over there, by the modiste.”

Excitement surged within Cassandra at that, along with another waft of the familiar, mouth-watering scent of baked goods. Bryn’s face warmed when they looked back down at her.

“Go on ahead without me,” they said. “I want to see what’s in this shop at the end. Meet at the center of the square in a half hour?”

Cassandra glanced at Solas, who looked cautiously interested now. Cole’s hat bobbed near his ear as the spirit passed by and drew close to Bryn’s side.

“The baker is proud of them today,” Cole said simply, his voice nearly swallowed up by the noise of the crowd. “La crème est absolument parfaite en tous points. You should try the cannelé.”

They listened — Cole remained at Bryn’s side as the latter made their way towards the stalls, while Cassandra and Solas entered the shadowed interior of the bakery. They blinked away the brightness of the sun and basked in the new warmth, that of ovens and fresh pastry and bread rather than hot sun. Waft after waft of that delicious, sweet scent of baked flour and sugar and butter filled Cassandra’s nose and throat, and she found herself swallowing down her desire for such Orlesian treats.

The patisserie was crowded, enough so that Solas had to turn to keep his broad shoulders from grazing against their fellow customers as they approached the glass cases near the back of the shop. They were surrounded by the rolling sounds of conversations held in Orlesian, with the odd bit of Antivan and Trade mixed in at the fringes — when another customer entered the shop behind them, Cassandra heard a new swell of the Chant sung from the abbey at the center of the city before the door swung back shut.

A nudge — Solas’s elbow was sharp, but he prodded her gently with it. She would not have felt it if she were still armoured. “What are these?”

She followed his pointed finger with a surprised gaze. “Do you not recognise any of them?”

“They are…” he seemed to search for the word. He raised a finger to his chin and frowned.

Cassandra gazed up at him with a slight smile, feeling fondness wash through her that was as warm and sweet as the smell of burnt sugar. “Think of them as… frilly cakes, I suppose.”

The attendant behind the case shot her a dirty look, but she paid him no mind.

“Pick one,” she urged. “My treat.”

Solas glanced down at her — a mere flick of pale eyes beneath long lashes, shadowed by the dim light in this bakery. His mouth curved in a surprised, private smile behind the crook of his finger as he contemplated.

“Which did Cole say we should try?” he finally asked.

Cassandra nodded. “Deux cannelés s'il vous plait, mon ser.”

They left the bakery with their paper-wrapped cannelés in hand, as Cassandra wished for Solas to try his out of sight of the Orlesian baker who might be insulted if he enjoyed them in the wrong way. They tucked away against a fountain, taking their seats on the mortared edge, knee to knee. Cassandra eagerly unwrapped hers and took a large, unceremonious bite.

“Maker,” she groaned happily. She almost snorted custard out of her nose at the sight of Solas regarding his, and hurriedly swallowed. “Try it!”

He looked at her with trusting eyes as he lifted the flute-shaped cake to his mouth — he held his spare hand beneath it to catch crumbs, and looked for all the world like a man out of his element. She tried to remember if she’d seen him enjoy eating anything before. She could hear the caramelised exterior crunch as he bit it.

Solas’s eyebrows flew up his forehead as he took in that first bite, and his eyes shone. Cassandra laughed outright — not to mock him, but to delight in his reaction.

“You look as if you have never tasted anything sweet before!” she chuckled. She took another bite, then spoke irreverently around it. “These are my favourite. Cole’s advice was indeed good.”

For once, Solas was too occupied to retort with anything scathing. He finished the cannelé slowly, as if savouring each moment of it. Only then did he clear his throat and look up at her, a multitude of barely-discernible expressions crossing his angled face.

“Thank you,” he finally said. He wiped his long, pale fingers clean with the paper the cannelés came folded in, and seemed almost mournful that they were gone. “I liked that very much.”

Cassandra chuckled, then rose and extended her hand. “You are welcome. Now come, let us find the Inquisitor.”

Solas smiled sincerely then, and accepted her helping hand to his feet.

#dadwc #solandra #solas x cassandra #cassandra pentaghast #solas #bryn adaar #cole #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #my writing

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angolodonne · 7 months

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Solandra

#Piante da Giardino #Piante da Pieno Sole #Piante in Vaso #Piante Ornamentali #Siepi #Rampicanti

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life-around-me-yura15cbx · 1 year

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Cup of gold vine, a species of Chalice

vines

Also known as:

• Golden chalice vine

• Hawaiian lily

Botanical name: Solandra maxima

A hardy, heavy vine, the cup of gold vine needs a sturdy structure to grow on and show off its 6 inches yellow blooms. These flowers have a fragrance similar to the sweet scent of bananas. This vine can grow up to 50 feet long or it can be pruned into more of a shrub shape.

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