Tag: solavellan hell

lavilsa:

“You’re free, Solas,” she whispered to him. “You’re free.”

With a broken cry, the Dread Wolf wept into her embrace.

He was finally home.

In an alternate universe where Weekes is merciful and gives us a happy ending. I may or may not have shed a tear a few times thinking about it.  EDIT: the rotoscope has some issues on the phone loading, so you might have to click it for it start moving

oH NO OH NO THIS IS ROTO’ED FROM MY FAVOURITE GIF AND SOMEONE TURNED INTO A SOLAVELLAN GIF AND GDI NOW I’M DEAD

August Reading

buttsonthebeach:

I’m back and late as usual! August was a slow reading month for me in terms of longfics because I read an entire series of novels instead, but I’ve got a ton of one shots from Tumblr to rec for you instead! Here are my three usual categories:

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Awwww thank you for the rec of my Solavellan Series!! Will add many of these other fics to my reading list, and that Lady Trent series you mentioned sounds great! ❤️❤️

lavellanlove:

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The weight of a civilization rests on the edge of my blade. 

His voice shakes the very earth, eyes glowing with barely-bridled power, ancient and hoarded, but I can still feel his fingertips tremble as they touch my chin. The last remnant of the man he might have been were he not carrying the weight of a civilization on his shoulders, too. 

Perhaps humanity was just what he wanted me to see. He could have stopped my approach, petrified me in place, turned my weapons to dust and scattered my armies to the winds, eliminating his biggest threat and his only hope for salvation from a distance. Or perhaps he wanted to see how much of my own humanity I had sacrificed fighting for the same cause from the opposite side.

They say history is written by the victors, but there is no victory in this. Whether we will it or not, history will be written: either in his blood or mine. His peoples’ or mine. 

So I take the advice I’m sure he wishes he never gave… 
Harden my heart to a cutting edge… 

And say one last goodbye.

@nipuni​ has blessed me with this stunning depiction of Avira & Solas in my DA:4-era fic, Uprising. It just takes my breath away. Every little detail is perfect: the pose, the composition, the expressions, the atmosphere, the attire…I could cry?! Did cry. Am crying. We’re still a long ways from the final confrontation between these two sad babs, but I was so inspired by this visual that I just had to write a bit of it. Thank you so much dear! You are a gem of a human being and a pleasure to work with. ❤

This art. This writing. Perfection.

Solavellan Angst and Smut

pikapeppa:

Read on AO3: Outside the Realm 

When Elia Lavellan finally finds the Dread Wolf, he’s not what she expects. Or perhaps he’s just not what she hopes.

He glances over his cloaked shoulder at her. “You should stop searching for me,” he says.

“Fuck you,” she hisses.

He looks down at her sharply, his hands folded behind his back. “Words are powerful, vhenan. Do not say what you do not mean.”

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This is a short oneshot that was meant to help me process my feelings after Trespasser but it backfired and now I’m even sadder. Oops. 

Angst, arguing, sex and sadness. Sorry in advance.

hidinginthehinterlands:

ansunobe:

shomods:

Oh yiiiis. Looped kissing. Now I can suffer in motion ._.

I will reblog this! And I will look at it, for hours and hours. All the tenderness hnnnggggg

I’ve always thought the way Solas moves into this kiss was highly sexual.

Judging from the repeat edits of that exact moment, I’m thinking OP was also of a similar mind. 😏

If this doesn’t scream “SENSUAL AND LOVING SEX”, I honestly don’t know what does.