this is becoming a tradition but I sketched out (almost) all the characters I’ve been absolutely normal about at some point in my lifetime. Under the cut is a version with the names visible.
here’s the previous version from 2020
I love Sola I’m holding him and getting him ice cream
"tasting their smile" for Solas and Ixchel?? plsssss
For @dadrunkwriting !
Solas POV just before his and Ixchel's first time.
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It has been a long night already for them both. He hears it in her voice as she recounts how the Iron Bull had analyzed her: she speaks of betrayal upon betrayal, and in her voice he hears the agony he has always feared to put upon her himself. In her eyes, he sees the same shadow of grief that may have led her to the deathroot once before.
He does not want to be the source of that renewed heartbreak himself, and he knows he has taken one step to avoiding that sin already. If he were to turn his back upon her now, it would not be an unforeseen abandonment, for she knows who he is and where his original path still leads. He has not promised her to leave it yet, and she understands that loving is not enough. She has told him as much, with a bitter smile under spiraling stars.
And yet somehow it does not comfort him.
For her wants to taste her smile.
He named her his happiness, if not his heart, but it's just as wishful of a thought. She struggles to be both. He wants to dry her tears, and believe in the better tomorrow she fights for. He wants to help her believe in moments like this, where she cannot seem to convince herself that morning will come.
Life is a story written by two hands, he told her, and slowly, she grips the outstretched thought.
The weight of her burden slips away, and she pulls herself from the darkness once again. He is there to hold her all the while, never pulling, never forcing his desires upon her. Life is a story written by two hands, and he will continue to wait for her to write the next chapter.
He expects it to take some time. Or perhaps never to arrive.
But then she turns to him, deliberate in every movement, and sinks into his lap with a clear intent. He nearly does not believe it, but then she meets his eye and begins to smile.
It's uncharacteristically shy. Breathless in anticipation.
But he imagines it tastes like truth.
He has to look away, and his gaze settles on his hand which now rests upon her bare thigh, wrapped around his hips. It does not help.
"Are you being grim and fatalistic so that I take you with me to Adamant...or are you being grim and fatalistic in hope of bedding me before I leave?” she asks, and a quaver in her voice belies her fear of rejection in this moment.
But he is eager not to disappoint; he is eager to give her the fulfillment that she has been so cruelly denied by whoever these lost loves were, her betrayers, the people she still loved even now after they had left.
“I am grim and fatalistic, Ixchel," he deadpans. "Getting you into bed would be an enjoyable side benefit.”
She kisses him at last, and though he has wanted to taste her, to take her, all this time -- he waits, and instead he offers himself for her consumption.
Porque disfrutar la soledad Hay evidencia para demostrar que valorar la soledad no daña realmente tu vida social, de hecho, podría aportar a ella”, dijo, y señaló que, como la soledad nos ayuda a regular nuestras emociones, puede tener un efecto relajante que nos prepara para interactuar de mejor manera con otros. 📷:@bruno.cervera #libro #bienestar #mujer #sola #estarsola #disfrutaestarsola #soledad #sentimentos #inspiradas #poderosas #wellness #holistica #mujerholistica #estarbien #solotu #loveyourself #amateatimismo #lasoledad #soledad #siente #feliz #satisfaccion #amorpropio #ensoledad #tiempoasolas #disfruta #soledadsana #comprension #tranquilidad #ipreview via @preview.app (at Europe/Madrid) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeF77tEtxio/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Help I made them cute
“Your enemies will not pause on the battlefield, why should I?” […]
“Because if you do not,” she pulled herself to her knees, “I will tell the kitchens to deliver the frilly cakes I had brought in for you to Sera.” She smiled widely, and Solas’s lips quirked in response.
“A low blow, Inquisitor.” His eyes crinkled at the corners and she saw his head move in the smallest of shakes before he turned away from her.
Inquisitor: You're not my friend anymore.
Solas: I was your friend?
an amused smirk pulls at the elder’s lips as he glances toward @manidottir , considering his words carefully as they danced about his tongue. ❛ while an option , for sure , perhaps not the best route to take. ❜ CHAOS IN IT’S MOST RAW FORM , while fun , NEVER REALLY LED TO THE MOST PALETTABLE OUTCOMES. strange for a trickerster god to consider such outcomes , seeing as they were the most stable ------------- but he had to present as though he were one of the mortals here ; after all , his goals would never be achieved if he didn’t have people on his side to help make everything just a bit easier. he was a god , not all powerful , after all.
❛ maybe we should turn back & consider other options first. we can certainly come back to murder option after we’ve exhausted the more ... well , boring options. ❜ his smirk widens as he ducks his head , finding himself all too amusing.
@mandohess said: ✿
PRE-ESTABLISHED MEME//accepting
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other
Y me siento tan maldita mente sola. Solo quiero enamorarme de la persona indicada.♡
i love hearing a mountain goats song, thinking "wow very kiernan/solas..." and then when i look up what JD has said about it the very first quote that comes up starts "This is rather the best of the early divorce songs,"
Y de pronto... Comienza a doler otra vez, te falta el aliento y las náuseas se vuelven constantes cuando comienzas a sentir ese vacío, ese abandono una vez más. Ves su mirada, es la misma de hace unos años, cuando te veían con desprecio, sin ganas de volver a verte.
Y lo sientes otra vez, sabes que no puedes quedarte ahí, pero tampoco quieres irte. Ya no queda nada por hacer, todo seguirá su curso y estarás sola otra vez. Te romperás, el insomnio regresará, la ansiedad será constante, te vas a deprimir, te pondrás en peligro buscando esos momentos en donde no sientes nada, en donde no te importa nada.
Estas destinada a los finales así ¿Porqué no puedes controlarlo?
46 for the 3 sentence prompts?
thank you! "Shimmer" for @dadrunkwriting 100 word challenge.
Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | after Trespasser | angst rating: G.
Most days are fine. Everything is just fine. Life goes on, letters to write, work to organize, diplomacy to manage. It keeps her busy, other problems buzzing away in the back of her head.
Some days are different.
Some days, a haze greets her when she wakes. All the pain, all the questions she pushes away finds her; her dreams shimmering at the edges of her mind. She knows she must return to them, if she wants to find him. Stop him. But she is not yet ready, heaviness in every limb.
She wakes. She breathes.
Some days are fine.
Domaystic day 27!
Prompt: Car ride
Fandom: Dragon Age
Pairing: Solas/Ellana, Solas/Lavellan, Solavallen
Rating: G
Modern day AU
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The suburbs disappeared behind them, and Ellana felt an unexpected sense of elation as the buildings were replaced by rolling hills of windswept sand and brush. This wasn't the land of her childhood, the plains her clan roamed were flat and verdant, but it was still freeing to get away from the city.
Rolling her window down, she stuck her right arm out into the wind. That wasn't enough, though, so she leaned over to feel the buffets of salty sea air on her face. She felt as though the deep breaths she was taking were clearing out the city smog, releasing her from her voluntary confinement. It was hard to believe that she hadn't left Kirkwall in over five years.
Eyes closed, she lay her head against the door and watched the shadows pass against her sunlit eyelids. Initially she hadn't been pleased that they were leaving the city so early in the morning, even waking this morning she had hated it, but now, with the rising sun on her face and the cool sea breeze raising goosebumps on her arms, she wished she could wake with every dawn.
Eventually, Ellana's bare arms were too cold to keep the window open. She closed it with a sigh, but kept her head against the door, basking in the sunlight. It was so quiet, Solas' car had none of the revving and rattling stops and gos that she was used to from Izzy's beater, and she drowsed a little before remembering that she should keep the driver company.
Solas was diligently watching the road as they cruised down the interstate. There was little traffic heading out of the city this early in the morning, so he seemed much more relaxed than he normally was when driving. His lips were curled up into a small smile, and Ellana wished she could kiss him like she had when they woke this morning.
His eyes slanted her way, noticing her regard, before returning to the road. "I thought you were sleeping."
"Almost, but not quite."
He hummed acknowledgement and asked, "Are you comfortable? Still cold?"
"Oh, no. I'm fine. Thanks, though."
Ellana wished he wasn't such a perfect driver, with both hands on the wheel at all times. She would have like to hold his hand. Clearing her throat, she gestured at the radio. "You have something against music?"
Solas blinked, gave the radio a brief look, and then shrugged. "I don't enjoy the sorts of music played on air."
"So you always drive in silence?"
"No. When you are not with me, I listen to various podcasts."
"Of course you do," Ellana huffed a laugh and smiled at him, "You think they'd bore me, don't you?"
"I know they would. Though, if you wish to sleep, I can turn one on."
She shoved his shoulder gently. "No, no. It's rude. I'm supposed to keep you company."
"If you are tired-"
"I was just relaxing. I haven't been out of the city in years. I'd forgotten how nice it is."
"Ah."
A mostly comfortable stretched between them. Ellana twiddled her thumbs, gathering her courage, before finally speaking. "So, this sounds kinda stupid, and feel free to tell me no, but-"
She paused, already regretting her decision to speak and considering telling him never mind, when he spoke.
"I can't think of a single time you've started a conversation like this that hasn't turned out well, so please continue."
"I, uh," she could feel herself blush and hated it, "I'd like to hold your hand. If that's ok?"
Ellana had barely finished when his hand was off the wheel and held out to her. Taking it, she interlaced their fingers and let it settle on her thigh. She thought it would be weird to thank her boyfriend for letting her hold his hand, so she just gently squeezed it. Solas' thumb rubbed circles on the back of her hand in response.
Sighing happily, Ellana closed her eyes and tilted her face towards the sun again. It was a beautiful day.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38724966/chapters/98262801
Una mierda volver a sentirme sola, estando rodeada de gente.
I’M FINALLY SATISFIED WITH HIS DESIGN YESSSSSSSSSSSSS
hey dread!! been listening to Beauty by Love Supreme on repeat and this lyric caught my eye: Destroy me again / Is there still something I need to have? / Destroy me again / Until I feel I know. Was thinking it might be appropriate for the young Ixchel timeline!
Thank you SO much! ;_;
For @dadrunkwriting
Pairing: Solas & young!Ixchel
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In every dream of his, she wastes away; the closer he gets to his goal, the further away she feels.
The efforts against him have faltered, too, though he knows she has not been a part of them for some time. In fact, she has all but vanished from the face of Thedas. For months his scouts and sentinels have searched for her path, and part of him feared that she had failed somewhere on her journey, far beyond his protection; after all, she is an one-armed elf alone on the road, traipsing long-forgotten lands in search of dangerous secrets.
She has eluded his own searches in the Fade, as well. He tries to tell himself that she may simply be avoiding him, after the grief of their last meeting. He had been weak, approaching her when she did not give chase as she had before, and he had become tangled in her anger and her sorrow.
He swore he would not again, and yet he still searches for her, and he still worries when he finds no trace of the former Inquisitor in the Fade.
It is no relief when he finds her at last.
The tower of Skyhold stretches higher than ever, until it is a fragile thing to scale. A single light burns in the quarters atop it, a wavering flame against the encroaching darkness. It is in those shadows he hides, thinking himself unnoticed by the young woman lying alone in her bed. She is curled on her side, staring at the candle on the nightstand, and it casts her face in skeletal relief.
It is the worst he has ever seen her, and he knows he should leave.
"Tell me how this ends," she whispers, just when he thinks he has found the resolve to depart. "I've told myself the story a thousand times. But I need to hear it from you."
He draws closer. He is unarmored here. He wears no fur, bears no extra eyes upon his brow. He is the man who learned to love this impoverished world alongside her, for her.
And he is the man who would destroy it.
They both know this, and yet.
The mattress is frigid when he sits upon it, and coated in dust—as though she has not stirred from it in ages beyond counting. He can feel the call of Despair somewhere beyond the door, echoing through her castle. It calls her: futile.
She is cold to the touch when he reaches for her remaining hand. Her fingers, stiff.
Her eyes do not waver from the candle's flame.
"I think I know," she says, her voice catching.
"Then you have learned more than I," he says, though they both know it is a lie. "My path is set. But yours—"
He stops himself a moment.
She holds her breath.
And he begins to tell her one final story.
honestly thinking of saying fuck it and making ashara evil if she doesnt cameo in da4. who, hypothetically, could stop me?
47. Crave for the micro stories?
Thank you! 100 word challenge for @dadrunkwriting.
Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | rating: T
Iwyn Lavellan’s outfit is perfectly suitable. She has not donned her armor, yet her authority is undeniable, Inquisition pin on her breast. That is not what draws Solas’ attention.
There’s a place where her neck meets her shoulder, just above her collar bone. He wants to touch. Trace a finger down the side of her neck, soft skin underneath. Dip two into the notch above her collarbone. Slide his whole hand beneath her blouse.
Solas’ fingers twitch.
His focus should not be on her. Not now. Not in this time. He cannot afford to jeopardize his mission.
Yet he craves.
I forgot i had my cullen swap as hawke and i decided to just go with it
Di solito non mi capita mai.. ma dato che ultimamente sto mangiando fin troppo credo sia normale aver quasi vomitato.. Che brutta sensazione!
