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fensyl · 10 months

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Hear the message carried by the slow arrow; this wolf eats his friends

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #Lavellan #dai #solvellan #technically haha #Fervanis #Fervanis Lavellan #my art #art #he knows from the well who solas is and decides to trust him anyway

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esotericephemera · 6 months

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For @echoes-sounds

#esocomm #dai #solas #solvellan

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ohmyarda · 2 years

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Starting Dragon Age: Inquisition for the upteenth time. Finally dedicating myself to a Solvellan playthrough in honor of Dragon Age: Dreadwolf being given an official title. Except Vunin is choosing all the mean dialogue options because she’s braver than I am. There is no flight option with this one, only fight.

#dragon age #dai #dragon age inquisition #solvellan #solas #lavellan #dalish #elf #inquisition #inquisitor #vunin

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 11 months

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I always romance Solas with a Warrior cause he’s a nerdy guy who likes to paint and enjoys talking about his special interests. He’s all clean and may be called a hobo but he’s very particular.

Meanwhile his girlfriend just killed her fourth dragon with her buddy Iron Bull and can lift him over her head. She’s also 100% covered in some sort of muck from sparring with the other warriors.

Just imagine him happily painting when she comes into the roundabout, covered in much with a dragon horn.

Lavellan: *kisses his cheek* I nearly got eaten by a dragon!

Solas: Oh? Did you have fun?

Lavellan: Yup! *walks off*

#Davalla Lavellan #solas #solvellan #Davalla is a jock #solas would be a little art nerd #Davalla is a bit of a himbo #I like making lady himbos #they’re fun #she’s smart #but she’s also the person who hunts dragons for fun

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thegoblinwitchqueen · 1 year

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“No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying.”🥚

#I bet he calls out ELVEN GLORY when he does it #everyone’s favorite sassy egg #da solas #dragon age solas #solas dread wolf #solas fan art #dragon age inquisition #lavellan x solas #dragon age dreadwolf #my artwork #my art #dragon age fanart #Solvellan

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captainreverie · 2 years

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She was but a dream,

that I never wished to wake from

[Rev’s DA Worldscape]

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #solvellan #shiralla lavellan #rev's DA Worldscape #revDraws #rotorscope

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beautifultransfag · 1 year

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Is anyone else out there with a straight-up evil Lavellan? Like they hear Solas’s plan and their immediate reaction is “Oh, what can I do to help?” Loyal to the point of being self-sacrificing, because they believe in Solas and his mission, they actively and easily choose him over the Inquisition and a Thedas that has never been kind to them. Elves never die of old age anyway, right? Why not go out doing something you believe in.

#Solvellan #Dragon Age

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owlynonaledge · 2 years

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Solas Shorts

The magic pulled...no it tore at him like it was his body and not the sky that had been rent open. It drew him like a lodestone to the scrambling camp of humans, scurrying about like an overturned ant hill. When he finally saw what had beckoned him forth, his magic crackling unwieldy, anchored to the woman's lithe eleven form, and invading her life force, his heart sank. Here, once again, was another mistake to add to the pile.

It was an impulse to pull her back, press her into his chest, and kiss her. As hasty as the decision was, he reveled in her sudden gasp and the moan he drew from her with the subtle shift of his hips. He relished the taste of her, how their tongues met and twined, and the softening of her body into the circle of his arms. It had been far too long since he'd held anyone like this.

She deserved better. A better world. One that wasn't the broken pale shadow that it had become because of his pride. It tore him open anew to leave her there, bewildered and hurting. Even as the echoes of her cries followed him out of the cave, he could see no other way forward. After all, there was too much at stake and so much ground to make up.

He could hear the shouting through the eluvian as he lingered by it's simmering surface, his desire to know she was safe outweighing his logic. Kaffas. Closing his eyes, Solas could practically see the panicked expression on Dorian's face. Varric, run and get the others. Bull, I need all the elfroot you can find. Don't you dare die on me now, Inquisitor. In the end, he was relieved she had brought Dorian with her.

Solas never knew who had drawn whom to their dreams. Was it regret that brought him here night after night? Was it her anger and need for answers he couldn't give that called to him? It was a bittersweet dance that he led her through, and even as it became surprisingly clear to him that he wasn't always the one leading it, he could not give it up. It was the one glimmer of hope he allowed himself.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #angst #writing prompt #really are we ever going to get DA4?#solas x inquisitor #solvellan

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amatres · 10 months

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actually im going to shout into the void that the solavelan romance is the height of my hatred

#none of this is actual critic i'm just channeling my spiral into ranting about smthing i dont care about much #'does she remove her vasillin or not' fills me with rage and i dont know why #i know why its bc the writers used the complete demonetization of an indigenous coded religion and used a rose tinted gaze of #it being a romance scene and made it a snap decision for lavellen who no matter what she chooses gets dumped on the spot #and ppl focus on Solas. that bald fucker who i want to maim instead of the woman who just had her whole identity #stripped from her #i am in an emotional state right now and i must funnel it into anger of smthing not important so ignore me #dragon age inquisition critical #anti solas #anti solvellan #just using those tags to be safe #also i just have lingering annoyance from when i was 16/17 when the game first came out and it was Everywhere #to the point if there was a lavellan she was romancing solas no matter what #i couldn't read anything! bc it was this stupid 'wise man sweeping the ingénue into his arms and telling her shes an idiot #but he still loves her despite her being uncivilized and wrong ❤'

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thejabberwokk · 2 years

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I had the honor of securing two commissions spots of the amazing @serahlink !

I got a cute couples portrait of Solas x my Adaar, Macha, being insufferable goofballs. They are from my fic Ego vs Delight.

And I got a gorgeous portrait of Sintilis, my Solvellan mage. She is from my "canon" playthrough but I'm at a lost for writing her lol :D

Absolutely love them both to pieces!!

Commission them here!

#serahlink #art commisions #dragon age inquistion #solas x adaar #rarepair #sintilis lavellan #beautiful art

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dreadfutures · 2 years

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If you’re still wanting some solvellan prompts:

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap.

Thank you!!

For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Solavellan (Ixchel x Solas, #broken mirrors)

Rating: PG

Words: 705

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"Uh—hmm?"

Ixchel raised her head, only to hiss in sudden pain as the motion tugged at the open skin on her neck. A thin lace of blood and pigment wept from the cuts the Keeper had traced down the length of her spine. The white towel beneath her was dotted with a sunset of colors: crimson, ochre, goldenrod, rose.

"So it is as I suspected," Solas half-said, half-chuckled. His nimble fingers swept up a few of her stray hairs to keep them from sticking in the open wounds. "You are falling asleep!"

"Well, yeah," she said, laying her cheek back down on the hard cushion of his thigh. "It's no worse than a sunburn."

Solas scoffed. "You say that only because you have burned away all the feeling in your skin with dragonfire."

"Be that as it may," she mumbled. "I'm fine. How are you, vhenan?"

She was not sure how he would choose to reply, whether with the spoken word or with a tongue even more ancient. As he deliberated, his cool touch swept from the back of her neck to behind her ear, where it lingered thoughtfully—a comfort, and a physical acknowledgment of her question.

Even in silence, Ixchel could read significance.

Once upon a time, he had told her the truth of the vallaslin and paid lip-service to respecting how the Dalish practice had evolved. But when it came time for the honor to be carved into her face, he had turned his back; at the edge of camp he wavered like an ill-omened spirit, trapped just beyond the watchful stare of his own carved likeness. When she had craved his support the most, he had withheld it, and his begrudging company felt like an insult.

Ixchel knew how his long memory, and his fiery pride, could turn even the sweetest moments sour in their new, shared life. But when the Keeper had approached her with an offer to capture her story in ink and blood, Ixchel had not hesitated to accept. She did not harbor even the slightest fear that Solas would look at her, or treat her, any differently for it. After all they had been through, she knew that he would not begrudge her this choice again.

But she would not have made him sit at her side as it was applied. Now, she felt less like a stranger, a performer, than she had when she was a bare-faced da'len. She had never felt more alone than when she knelt in the center of the clan, her face in Hawen's hands, but now she was certain of her welcome as a sister and friend. Now, she did not need comfort, or company, besides that of the Keeper.

Even so, Solas had offered to remain as the patterns were extended across her shoulders and back. He had even volunteered his admiring commentary of the Keeper's artistry, for Ixchel could not see the evolving design herself.

Silence would have been enough. To hold her so gently as this ritual progressed. And he had offered her more.

She did not take that to mean he was himself comfortable. She was keenly aware of the ghosts he saw in her, and in all the world around them—and nowhere more than the blood and the ink of the chains upon her face.

A brush of something deeper than corporeal touch confirmed what she had suspected. She had caught glimpses of it during their tenure here at the Arlathvhen: every custom he saw reflected, evolved, or pantomimed, made him feel emptied out, made hollow. A deep melancholy had filled in that space and pressed sorely up against the walls he had erected out of politeness and self-preservation. Each of these emotions had been amplified with every slice of the bone blade into her flesh, every swipe of pigment pressed into the wounds left behind. The blood of worlds stained his hands already, and he could find nothing beautiful when he thought of that.

But mingled with those weighty, spiraling thoughts was something else. A fledgling feeling, flickering and growing as he watched.

Ixchel could not quite glean its shape, but she trusted him to tell her when he was certain of it himself.

He smiled at her contented response, trust thrumming between them with every steady breath.

"Sleep," he whispered, brushing his blood-tipped fingers across her sweaty brow. "I will heal the wounds when all is done."

#da drunk writing circle #solavellan #bloodied and broken bits #broken mirrors #thank you rosella for getting me unstuck

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breachinthesky · 9 days

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ngl i kinda cooked with this solvellan edit after 230287348723 years of not making one

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rusjournal · 2 years

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