Lovely Character. I Want To Watch Him Drown In His Shame

I keep randomly remembering the way Solas says ‘Ar lath ma’—and thinking about what he must have felt in that moment just breaks me.

Is this a permanent condition now?

I've brainstormed a whole ass concept

Just being a little guy and joining new servers.

And my newest one got me kicking my feet and giggling because i like the people the people are like me.

IM GONNA DETONATE SO HARD!! 😭

[if they find this hi guyss! Love you!]

Anyways take a doodle of uhm that one robot guy from that one book. [They def get the reference because i AM so good at this👍]

Have you seen Solas’ emotional support Lavellan? He needs her bad.

Cut dialogue from Elgar'nan and Solas's verbal fight during Blood of Arlathan

Note: these lines are marked as unimplemented in the game files, and I've confirmed with a few friends that they didn't hear this dialogue in the game, just like I didn't, so I'm considering this cut content.

Solas: Our ancient army used to gleam like a field of diamonds in the sun. Solas: But as for your forces now… petty cultists and grunting darkspawn? Solas: Little wonder you prefer the shadows.

Solas: You know what surprises me most, though? I never thought to see you so eager to serve. Elgar'nan: I do not serve. I have never served. Solas: Do you not see how the blight has leashed you? You think its thoughts. You curry its favor. Solas: You wear its very corruption upon your face like vallaslin.

My DAVG Extracted Audio Masterlist

Solas, heavily injured after his fight with Elgar'nan's dragon, entering the Fade with Lavellan. He's been injured like this before of course, but he's always dealt with it alone. He would hole himself away for weeks, trembling as he slowly dressed and tended to his own wounds, casting what little healing magic would speed up his recovery. The physical pain wasn't the worst part though. No, he can deal with physical pain. It was the sheer isolation of it all. Being forced to be stagnant just made him think about how alone he truly was.

The adrenaline of his current situation wears off and he begins to waver. His wounds are catching up to him and he can already feel that he needs more than simple healing magic. He lets out a soft, resigned sigh. He's done this before and he can do it again, but it's never pleasant.

But then, as he stumbles, he feels hands reach out to support him. The feeling takes him by surprise for a brief moment. But then he remembers. He'd been so prepared to deal with this alone, as he always does, but then he remembers that she's here. He doesn't have to face this pain alone. For the first time in millennia, he actually has support. And the feeling makes him want to cry.

*playing twister* Felassan: Right hand red. Rook: *ends up on top of Solas* Solas: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Felassan: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

You can love a character and still admit when they’re wrong. I love Solas but can acknowledge his flaws (he has none) and can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he’s never done anything wrong in his life) and call him out for his actions (which are always correct).

Pride Goeth Before the Fall

A slow burn Dreadrook fic!

Lei'lessa Thorne is a disappointment of a Warden. She was raised in Orlais in a tradition of intrigue, lies, and trickery that some would call The Grand Game. Her family's strongest piece in their fight for elven rights. Before she failed, of course, and ended up conscripted to a group she would never belong in.

Until it's time to play a new Game: against the Dread Wolf

An enemy to lovers slow burn we're all wanting. With a slight alternate canon where Solas escapes the Fade early, and ends up tied to Rook regardless as they struggle against the gods.

(The first several chapters are rehashing certain game events but with some extra flavor and added details. Now updating weekly on ao3)