I Know It's Weird The First Time You Do It, But Like

I know it's weird the first time you do it, but like

meet your online friends in real life

make those travel arrangements

drive that distance, stay with each other

we're not 11 years old talking to strangers. we are adults in voice chats daily, or video chats, or regular game groups, and we're friends. we're pen pals and ride or die homies and like

it's so worth it

most of the time you can do the same things you do online, in person! sit in the same room and game, or quietly write, or maybe even better you can relocate to a local area together and do what you normally do, there

I just think it's so beautiful and I'm so excited to have met so many of my online friends and to host them or be hosted by them and it makes me so happy to see them go on and make plans to meet more friends! it is so lovely so so lovely

like! does your heart not just burst at the thought of all these ride or die friends who have cried on voice chat with each other and poured their hearts out, and grown together, finally finally finally hugging with flesh and blood arms????!!

there is joy in this world and solidarity and human connection and it can sit on a couch with you!?!

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.

a cozy Solavellan commission for @wakeupshep 💚💚💚

I love how varied and universally weird the circumstances for making lifelong friendships are. Here's this guy I accidentally messaged once and I could not imagine my life without them now. Here's this girl I was so scared of when I met her, I would kill for her and remind her to rest on the regular. Here's this other guy we have so much in common we used to joke we were the same person in different timelines. It took us years to meet in person and I attended his wedding. There are also people who entered my life in absolutely unremarkable ways but changed it forever for the better. It's wonderful how easy it is to find people to love.

me and @nokdunal talked to have an art trade and im really happy to have the chance to draw her beautiful inquisitor Aella and Solas!! :D🩷🤲

Last Six Sentences (don't count them, its absolutely six, noooo)

Got tagged by @ruiningsalads

This is the last seven six sentences from my solavellan fix it fic where Solas' ritual is stopped and Ghilara fakes both their deaths to save him and they go live in a little cottage together. But its solavellan so theres still so much angst lmao. Title is The End and the Beginning

His gaze softened and he sat on the bed, pulling her into his arms. Just from that simple action, it was as though she had learned how to speak again. “Don’t leave me now Solas. I can’t loose you again. I want you- I want you to stay here with me. Please vhenan. Please.”

Tagging: @ammoniteflesh @kiastirling-fanfic @demawrites @telanadasvhenan and YOU RANDOM CITIZEN (if you want to of course, don't feel pressured ahhhh I'm sorry bye)