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I’m going to be writing a new fic!
I know I haven’t finished “Into A Crown” and I have no intention of abandoning it but I’ve been really into Dragon Age Inquisition recently and I’ve decided to write about it. I’m really excited about this one!!
Tldr: here’s the summary of the new fic called “God to a Non-Believer” (subject to change 🤷♀️)
The old Gods have awakened. With them comes destruction and chaos. Fereldan and Orlais are at each other’s throats. In the north, peace between Tevinter and the Quanari is worsening. Elves are disappearing from all over and the word ‘revolution’ is whispered by city elves and Dalish alike. In the turmoil, Inquisitor Lavellan has vanished. While her allies scramble to run the Inquisition, a new power emerges. A mysterious new God amongst the elven pantheon, one illuminated from within by a familiar green glow.
Dir'vhen'an - Chapter 42: The Lonely Fortress
Summary: Saeris and Aila have a chat, and they come up with a strategy to take Adamant and stop the ritual.
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Excerpt (spoilers ahead):
The march lasted a week. They had elected to rest a good distance away from Adamant, hidden in the cover of the small mountains on the other side of the flat land between them. Saeris could still see it in the distance; a lonely fortress with nothing but sand and the howling wind to keep it company. He didn’t like to think about the horrors occurring behind those stone walls, likely at this very minute. It would not help him sleep any better, if he slept at all.
He heard the scuff of feet as someone stepped beside him.
“May I steal a moment of your time, lethallen?” Aila said.
Her dark hair shifted in the wind as he looked down at her. The legends about her had all been true, he knew. He did not need to hear it from others or see the strength of her magic to know it. It was made clear by the darkness behind her eyes, the scars across her neck and the edge of her jaw. Even the way she walked and the way she held herself told him everything he needed to know. He had seen the same thing in Solas, and he understood the mark that war left on people. The mark it was sure to leave on him, in the end.
“I’m not busy,” he said finally. “Just… taking a moment.”
Aila nodded, and followed his gaze to the expanse beyond them. After a moment she said, “The soldiers under your command respect you a great deal.”
“They believe I’m the chosen one of their god,” he said quietly, though he did not hide his disdain. He’d accepted his position, but he did not accept being considered a saint.
Aila assessed him for a moment. “No, I don’t believe that is the only reason.” He frowned, but she continued. “There is a reverence in the way they speak of you, yes, but many of them speak of your presence as a leader - what you value and what you fight against. I cannot speak for your entire army, of course, but I have heard a great deal during the march here. You show strength when it is needed, mercy when there is room for it…” Her gaze sharpened and burned like a white-hot blade. “And honesty.”
His jaw tightened, understanding her purpose now. “This is about what happened in the war meeting,” he said.
She tilted her head. “Why did you want me to lie for you?” she asked. “If I am going to keep your secret, I would prefer to know why.”
Saeris looked away, out at the empty expanse beyond them. “We share a people, a history,” he said, then he looked back at her. “You have no reason beyond that to believe me, or trust me. But what we witnessed in those ruins…” He shook his head. “The shemlen cannot know of that place. No one can know. If that information got into the wrong hands-”
“You mean the knowledge of that creature?” she asked, cutting him off. “Or was there something else hidden in those ruins?” She looked as though she were trying to read him, checking for any sign of duplicity in his answer.
For a heartbeat, he didn't speak. He didn't want to lie - not when she had already done so much to help him and had done nothing to earn his distrust. But it was too dangerous. Despite the potential that she would understand, telling her would open the door for more questions – about the elven gods, about Ghilan’nain. About Solas.
He would not put Solas' life in jeopardy. But he needed to give her something. So he said, “Have you ever come across something that you just… wish you hadn’t? That if you could go back in time and take a different path, you would?”
Aila’s face grew unreadable, her shoulders tensing at the question. She turned to face the expanse before them, her golden eyes beginning to glow like twin flames in the light of the setting sun.
"Yes."
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Portrait of a Dead Girl- a post-Trespasser angst filled Solavellan fic
Portrait of a Dead Girl (2076 words) by CrabsWithSticks Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan & Dorian Pavus Characters: Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Charter (Dragon Age), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dissociation, Bad Parenting, because of aforementioned trauma, Mental Health Issues, Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition - Trespasser DLC, Pining, i guess?, Solas and Lavellan are both still in love and miss each other, Enemies and Lovers, But they don't want to be enemies, Flashbacks, Both Kinds Summary: 4 years after the events of Trespasser, Lavellan is not doing well. She is continuing to try to stop Solas, but is slowly killing herself in the process as she pushes herself forwards so she never had to look back at all she has lost. Lavellan arrives at the Pavus Estate to begin a dangerous mission that will have her facing the ghosts of her past.
And I wish that you had given me the courtesy, Of ripping out my throat. And I wish that I let you have the dignity, Of letting me go. -Portrait of a Dead Girl by The Last Dinner Party
9:48 Dragon, 4 years post-trespasser Ghilara Lavellan pulled the hood of her oilskin cloak off her head as she entered through the back entrance to the Pavus estate. The cool air hit her, causing shivers to run down her spine and the nub of her arm to tickle with pins and needles. She was glad to be here at last. She had been travelling on foot for just over a week now, the operation that was being planned was extremely important and extremely secret, so the last thing it needed was word of the Inquisitor, blessed fucking Herald of Andraste showing up. And while a week on foot, an anonymous traveller among many on the road was good for subtlety, it was not good for her joints, which creaked, a dull and constant pain. She had passed her fourth decade a few months ago, as her body was always desperately keen to remind her. It was also not good for her shoulders which ached from the weight of the pack, and she was sure there would be sores from where the straps had rubbed against her skin, even through her clothing. Having nobody with her to watch her back also made her paranoid after half a decade or so of assassination attempts. So she had slept poorly and lightly, camping off the side of the road where possible, watching for danger. Hard to believe 5 years ago I was gallivanting across Thedas, now look at me. Old, sore, and tired. I swear my knees didn’t use to be this bad. She supposed she had had a horse then, and at least Solas had- No. She took a deep breath in, and on the exhale let all the emotions trickle out of her, leaving her empty and half a step back from her body. There was too much to do right now to get caught up in, well, that. She ran through the list of what she would need to get done before she headed out. She would need to check inventory. She had to carry more healing potions now that she didn’t have a spirit healer with her since Sol- No! She would have to check her potion stash to stock up on healing potions. And they’d have a war council as well to go over the plan for the mission. If she had her dates right it should be this evening. And that meant Cassandra would expect her to be at least semi-presentable. She’d probably be getting a scolding from the two ex-templars anyway over something she had done wrong. Then she would need to check over the chosen agents, make sure they were up to standard. Hopefully Charter had made it. She couldn’t be the only elf there or she would probably go insane.
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A Distracted Mind (1556 words) by CrabsWithSticks Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Fluff, Pining, Established Relationship, Touch-Starved Solas (Dragon Age), the man will reciprocate any physical contact but ten times more, Flirting, very minor jealousy Series: Part 2 of God Loves You, But Not Enough To Save You (Ghilara Lavellan) Summary: No matter what Dorian said, Solas wasn’t pouting. And he certainly wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t pouting over studying alone. He wasn’t pouting about the music that was swirling through the gaps in the door to the rotunda. And he most certainly, and most ardently, was not pouting about the fact that Lavellan was busy tonight.
Happy Friday! ngl I'm slightly feral over Baby Crows, so maybe "you make me feel safe." for them? I'm mad crow chicks don't have a fun name that I can include as a tidbit.
I feel the same about crow chicks!! I've been thinking about the phrase 'crowlings' which seems suitably adorable if not scientifically accurate!
Anyway enjoy this lil fic- I can't believe nothing bad is ever gonna happen to these guys! :D
@dadrunkwriting
The four of them were piled into bed like a litter of kittens- all arms and legs draped and splayed in a tangled mess. Rinna was huddled in the middle of it all, clutching her legs to her chest, gnawing her fingernails down to the quick.
This was silly. She was being silly. She faced death every day in their training. Too poor a performance would mean getting kicked out. And kids who were kicked out never came back, and were never seen again.
She took a deep breath in, feigning calm even now, when everybody was asleep, when there was nobody watching her, sizing up her weaknesses.
Light flashed through the open window and she jumped out of her skin, having to cover her mouth to avoid screeching. The heavens rolled and roiled above them, the thunder a deep groaning of some great giant.
No she was being stupid. It was just weather. Weather couldn’t hurt her.
Thunder rolled again and she hid her head between her knees, trying to blot out the sound.
The motion woke up the sleeping boy next to her, his large frame sitting up and blinking. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked out at her blearily. “Rinna…?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just go back to sleep Tal.”
The human boy was suddenly awake, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes and patting her down compulsively, checking her for wounds. “Rinna! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did somebody-“
Rinna pushed his hands away. “Its nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me Rinna! Somethings up!” His voice was rising in pitch now.
Rinna hid her face. “Fine. But be quiet. You’ll wake everybody else up.”
“Oh sorry.”
“It’s just- and don’t laugh at me Tal, or I will fillet you like a fish! But…I’m scared…of thunderstorms…”
“Oh is that all.”
“Yes,” she mumbled into her arm, the darkness covering her beet red face.
“Come here then,” he said, wrapping his large arms around her, “my baby sister was the same.”
Rinna let Taliesen envelop her, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own clammy body. She tucked her head into the crook of his arms. “Thanks Tal. You always make me feel safe.”
Taliesen squeezed her so tight she couldn’t breathe for a few seconds before relaxing. “I’ll always be here for you. Nothing’s ever going to change that, sweet girl.”
“You promise?”
“Promise.”
The End and The Beginning
Chapter 2: The Beginning
Ghilara breathed in deep, letting the air fill her lungs. It was an indulgence, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. The drying grasses, the scent of the fresh wind off the snowpeaks, and the faint tingle of embarium at the back of her throat; these things meant home. They meant the place where her mamae had taught her to cook hearth cakes, where she had stolen her first kiss, where she had learned to shoot. As the memories washed over her, she waited for the inevitable pang, the punch to the stomach that always came when she thought of such things, when her mind told her body that those things were gone, never to be regained. But all she felt was the gentle but constant weight of grief and sentimentality settling over her shoulders.
Blurb:
“After every war, someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to push the rubble to the side of the road, so the corpse-filled wagons can pass.” -Wislawa Szymborska
Lavellan has nothing left to loose when she arrives to stop Solas’ ritual. But in that moment she finds an opportunity for them both to live. Faking both their deaths, she flees with a near dead Solas to a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. But a return to peace is not as easy as she thought it would be. With Solas on the verge of death and her friends mourning her death, she has thrown everything at this one chance. And even if Solas wakes, they cannot go back to how things were. They have to move forwards.
Read from the start here
Hope you enjoy the first proper chapter of this fic! I've got a fun ride planned for y'all :D
Chapter Three: How to Regrow a Garden
Moths had gotten into the trunk where she had put a few bolts of cloth, but it was mostly salvageable. She headed over to the kitchen table with it, with only a candle lighting her work. She had the pattern memorised from years of experience. She couldn’t bear to go over to where he lay, to take his current measurements. She couldn’t dare hold out that much hope. So she took measurements from his old clothing. Even that caused a pain to spike through her heart from the weight he had lost. She glanced back over at him, he was skinnier than he had been when they met. She could see the bony protrusion of his ribs and hips, without the soft cover of healthy fat. “Oh Solas…” she whispered. There was no response.
The End and The Beginning is a cosy/cottagecore-esq Solavellan fix-it AU. Set in a universe where Solas' ritual fails, Lavellan fakes both of their deaths to give them a chance to start over. But the weight of a decades worth of trauma is not easy to overcome, especially on your own.
Read from the start
Chapter 5: A Fever Dream
He glanced down. He saw her. So, it was a dream then. Some figment of his mind as the ritual failed and the world burned around him, wrapping in comfort. Taking him back to the place where his heart came to roost. His vhenan. His heart. His home. Strangely, the knowledge seemed to slow his heart and steady his breathing. If the outcome was inevitable, he could give up the struggle. It was almost a comfort to know.
The End and The Beginning is a cosy/cottagecore-esq Solavellan fix-it AU. Set in a universe where Solas' ritual fails, Lavellan fakes both of their deaths to give them a chance to start over. But the weight of a decades worth of trauma is not easy to overcome, especially on your own.
Read from the beginning
YOU WILL NOT HAVE THEM!
Suli Mahariel and Lai <3
My newest piece (a little rushed), created for my new fic!
Am I making fanart for my own fics? Yeah. Is that cringe? Maybe.
Hope y'all enjoy anyway x
A Templar’s Dream
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This seemed like a good way to announce that I’m going to be posting my smutty Marryn/Cullen story on AO3 in the near future, and will have illustrations like this for every chapter 💕 (This is the cropped illustration for chapter 1)
The story is now live!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57610996
The first chapter is now up on AO3!! I'm still trying to figure out how to add the art but we'll get there ha ha. Here's a little preview:
A long, low moan echoed off the cool stone walls as Cullen pressed his lips into the neck of the woman below him. She writhed slightly, her slender fingers digging into the skin of his back. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, trying desperately to pull him closer. He kept up his barrage of kisses, determined to press his lips to every single freckle on her pale skin.
“Cullen.” She whimpered. “Please.” He felt himself twitch when she breathed his name like that, but was determined to take things slow. He wanted to make this incredible for her, she deserved nothing less. He pulled his lips from her neck, looking into those beautiful, fade-green eyes that had captivated him since the first time he’d seen her on the battlefield.
He cupped her face with one hand, the other sliding down her soft, warm skin to grip her waist. She shuddered at his gentle touch, and he knew she must be getting impatient. He smiled, swooping down and crashing his lips to hers. Her hands moved up from his back to tangle into his hair, deepening their intense kiss even more. Cullen’s hand gripping her waist slipped around her back, pulling her body tightly against his.
A Templar’s Dream
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This seemed like a good way to announce that I’m going to be posting my smutty Marryn/Cullen story on AO3 in the near future, and will have illustrations like this for every chapter 💕 (This is the cropped illustration for chapter 1)
Sneaky peek of the chapter 2 illustration for The Mage and the Templar! Chapter 2 drops Friday, you can find it and read the first chapter here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57610996?view_adult=true
Chapter Two of The Mage and the Templar is now live over on AO3! Thank you so much to everyone who has already checked it out!! You can read it here 💕
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57610996/chapters/146595160
Chapter Three is now live! Huge thank you to everyone who's already checked it out ❤️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57610996/chapters/146595160
“Many men love the appeal of a fresh, unplucked berry. But once they have tasted it, they realize it was pulling the berry from the vine they enjoyed most, not the fruit itself.”
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Wanted to redo the art for chapter 3 of The Mage and the Templar
"Even if it was made of silk, and held by a beautiful hand, a leash was still a leash."
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Chapter 4 of The Mage and the Templar is live! I am so grateful for how much love it's already received ❤️
"When Haven fell, and I had to face Corypheus, I kept praying to the Maker for one thing... To just let me see you one more time."
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Chapter 5 of The Mage and the Templar is now live on AO3! I am so blown away by all the love it has already received, thank you all! ❤️
"I am yours, as long as you'll have me."
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Chapter Six of The Mage and the Templar is now live over on AO3 ❤️
Volatile
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Chapter seven of The Mage and the Templar is live!! You can read it over on AO3 ❤️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57610996/chapters/148634761#workskin