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Times other people discussed Solavellan + Times Solas and Lavellan talked about each other (dav)

"I've seen how you look at him. You're in it" - Sera

"Is it my imagination, dear, or have certain... lingering looks passed between you and our Solas?" - Vivienne

"You're real, and it means everyone could be real. It changes everything, but it can't" - Cole

"The two of you were close. Perhaps he had no choice? He might return at any moment" - Leliana

"How have you been? It seems ages since we've spoken. I know you were cruely disappointed when Solas left" - Vivienne

"Are you hoping for word on Solas? I'm sorry, Inquisitor. I'm afraid I have nothing" - Leliana

"I've been meaning to ask... Solas hasn't come back? Sent word? Anything?" - Thom

"Oh, and Inquisitor? Feels weird, but I'm sorry Solas never came back. Well, no, I'm not, but... I'm sorry he left you." - Sera

"I am not a god, Charter. I am prideful, hotheaded, and foolish, and I am doing what I must. When you report back to the Inquisitor…. Say that I am sorry.” - Solas

"Maybe it's gullible of me, but I know the Inquisitor feels the same: Solas isn't too far gone to bring back" - Varric

"Solas was... important to me. If this statuette helps you understand him, if it uncovers something that... Honestly, I don't know. I wish I did. But this feels like a part of him, and whatever he and I once were... I think... I-I hope... it might help you" - Lavellan

"And when I served the Inquisition, I tried to avoid entanglements" - Solas

"Except for Inquisitor Lavellan" - Rook

"I said that I resolved to do so, not that I succeeded. She's a good woman. Growing close to her was... selfish of me" - Solas

"Do you regret it?" - Rook

"I live with countless regrets. Some of them I have grown to cherish more than my victories" - Solas

"Solas took this path because he thinks he has no choice. But the Inquisitor believes there is another way for him. For them. She could save him, if he would just let her" - Harding

"God of Lies, Dread Wolf, Fen'Harel. They're titles he earned from enemies, followers and fractured history. He and I shared another name: Vhenan" - Lavellan

"You've spoken to him in your dreams. You've felt the power of that mind. His love could burn against me like a bonfire. He seemed so kind, and wise, and sad, and looked at me as if I somehow mattered more than anything around us. For a time... I thought I would have followed anywhere he asked me to" - Lavellan

"Or maybe I'm the prideful one, imagining his broken heart so that I never have to face my folly. That I loved someone who made such grave mistakes. That I might love him still" - Lavellan

"He really made you happy?" - Rook

"Yes, he really did" - Lavellan

"Harding... I am sorry" - Solas

"For what, Solas? Betraying the Inquisitor and breaking her heart?" - Harding

"Is there any chance - any chance at all - that he would listen to reason?" - Lavellan

"Speaking from the heart, Inquisitor?" - Morrigan

"With Elgar'nan and and Ghilan'nain dead, and the Inquisitor finally reunited with her true love... it looked like one of the biggest stories this world had ever seen was finally drawing to a close" - Varric

Where is "rose is watching her planet die while the doctor is slaying in the corner" I haven't seen her on my dash in a while I miss her

"i sure hope no elven deity breaks free from their prison in the fade and starts wreaking havoc on thedas"

the nefarious ghilan'nain:

it's been a decade and i still can't believe that charmingly-spoken unassuming recluse i took a shine to turned out to be..... (gestures)

*please dont repost the audio to other platforms. share link to this post instead

I got a cameo, with male solasmancers in mind. Apparently this falls under an acting commission rather than a cameo (smth about going through their agent instead of a regular cameo..?) but GDL was very kind in reading my script anyway ;w;

Transcript:

Vhenan, will you dance with me? You may lead if you'd like. I would not refuse to be in the arms of a beautiful man such as yourself. You’ve remarkable strength, having forged your identity for yourself. You stand deservedly proud of the man that you are. Let no one tell you otherwise. Ar lath ma, vhenan.

Posting this one here 🤍

My head Canon is after Solas slept for two millennia he woke up with the world's worst case of bed head and said "fuck it" and shaved it all off

Demons of Regret drawn to Pride

(Aka I wish more happened to Solas in the Fade Prison :) )

well to ME solas dragon age speaks exclusively in elvhen when he’s getting it on. you’re telling me this man, fully blissed out, would have the wherewithal to speak anything besides his native language? you’re telling me he would be speaking the trade, nay, the common tongue? while he’s giving uncommon tongue?? no

Solas, Rook, and Mirroring

One important thing we learned about Solas in Inquisition is that he mirrors: if you approach him with ego, he responds with sarcasm and cutting words, but if you approach him with openness and curiosity, he responds with humility and kindness.  And this is very much carried through to Veilguard: it's simply less obvious there, because Rook is only able to approach Solas as an enemy, so Solas always mirrors by treating Rook as an enemy. This isn't a criticism of Rook, of course: given the circumstances of their meeting, it's natural that they see Solas first and foremost as a threat. But it's important to Solas' characterization in the game that even if you choose the nicest dialogue options, Rook makes no secret of the fact that they see Solas that way. For example, Rook never asks Solas about his motivations for taking down the Veil, and instead projects assumptions on him, insisting repeatedly that he was trying to 'destroy the world.' They also make no attempt to treat him with kindness: is Solas suffering from the isolation? Is he starving to death in the prison? Rook could have asked, but they never do. And perhaps most importantly, Rook never makes any mention of getting Solas out of the prison: it seems clear that they intend to leave Solas trapped there forever. Here, it's easy to forget how truly desperate Solas must be, because through it all he maintains his composed and even smug facade; he doesn't want Rook to see his vulnerability. As we know from Inquisition, he's only snarky like this with people he doesn't like and doesn't trust: it's the same dynamic he has with Vivienne, and in his early dialogues with Dorian and Iron Bull. From that point of view, it's clear that Solas is trading verbal jabs with Rook precisely as a way of keeping them at a distance. But the reality is that he's trapped alone in a prison designed to psychologically torture him, and since Rook clearly isn't going to release him, he'll be trapped alone forever unless he finds a way out. For a man whose greatest fear is dying alone, this must be a terrible prospect. This is why I find it hard to really blame Solas for what he does to Rook - it's hurtful and unkind, yes, but it's his only way out of an eternity of torment, and who among us would not take desperate measures to escape that? Moreover, it's here that Solas' actions towards Rook most clearly mirror those of Rook towards Solas. Rook intended to leave Solas trapped in the prison forever; so Solas literally switches them, leaving Rook trapped there instead. Rook doesn't show kindness toward Solas, so Solas responds with unkindness towards Rook. And although what Solas does is in a superficial sense a 'betrayal,' in many ways it isn't really a betrayal, because you can only betray friends or allies, and Solas is not either of those things to Rook: they might have worked together out of necessity, but ultimately Rook treats Solas as an enemy, and so that's what he becomes. All of this makes me very curious about what might have happened if Rook had treated Solas differently. For the sake of the plot, clearly it was necessary that Rook should treat Solas as an enemy, so Solas could mirror that back. But I wonder what might have happened if Rook had showed kindness, or had some curiosity about Solas' motivations, or even been willing to discuss with Solas some options for eventually getting him out of the prison. By the logic of Solas as a mirror, this would have necessarily changed Solas' behaviour, and thus there might have been a different outcome. How might the ending might have looked if Rook had genuinely tried to befriend Solas? Could there have been a different way out for both of them?

The future of the Veil

Since there may not be another game, I guess it's up to us to imagine what might happen with the Veil in the future. I've seen suggestions that maybe Solas (and Lavellan, if they're together) might be able to bring the Veil down very slowly and gradually over time, without harming anyone. And I do like that idea! But I also like the idea that the Veil stays up, and instead of taking it down Solas (maybe working with Lavellan) finds ways to transform it; so that rather than being a wound on the world, it becomes truly a way of protecting the vulnerable. Maybe the Veil can be changed so that it is easier for friendly spirits who want to join the physical world to pass through. But meanwhile the most vulnerable spirits are still safe behind the Veil, protected from those who would harm them. The Veil becomes the reason why no spirit will ever again be forced into physical form or twisted against its purpose, so mages can no longer do to spirits what Mythal did to Solas himself all those years ago. Maybe the Veil can be changed so that magic can pass through more easily, allowing some of the ancient magics to be reawakened. But meanwhile the Veil still prevents any individual mage from drawing too much power, so no mage will ever again gather the kind of power that the Evanuris had. Maybe the Veil can be changed so that over time it's easier to access the power of the Fade, and therefore mages become more commom and prejudice against mages decreases. And meanwhile the enchantments on the Veil have been changed to protect the spirits passing through it, so mages are no longer at risk of demon possession, and they can work peacefully with spirits as the Nevarrans and Rivaini seers do. Obviously, I have no idea how any of this would work or whether it's possible within the lore! But we can imagine whatever future we want. After all, despite everything the Veil was clearly an incredible feat of magical skill and power: I like the idea that one day Solas will look back, and instead of seeing the Veil as just another regret, he will think of it as his life's work and his great gift to the people of Thedas.

i love lavellan

the inquisiton can call her crazy, thedas can call her crazy (and in the same breath Praise Andraste), but Fuck em! what can you possibly do when you fall in love with a god and they love you back. a being with a simple purpose who used to embody pure thought, someone who came from a time where memories could be felt, taught you that imagination can define reality, and if an idea or emotion is strong enough, it can manifest spirits.

no one else understands what it’s like to be given a holy mantle that strips you of individuality and personhood to the point where at times your own friends find it difficult to see you as a person and that pedestal the world placed you on against your will can crumble at any moment (even if you had good intentions).

So I will be obsessed with the whole "Solas and Lavellan's love story growing into myth like proportions post game" probably for forever. And I had another idea along these lines that I now love very much. What if people start noticing that there is now a new flower that only grows around Fen'harel statues and no where else. And when I say new I mean NEW. No one has ever seen them before, no one has even read a description of them before. You can't even keep them in pots because they only thrive around Fen'harel statues. Possibly also has alchemical properties related to the fade, or to help people talk with spirits.

Solas: I think I need a hug... Rook: Good thing I'm hug shaped! *45 minutes later* Solas: You... you can let go now. Rook: No, I absolutely cannot.

‘Into your dreams, into your sleep

Until you break, until you yield’

WAIT Solas and Lavellan reuniting with spirit!Cole in the fade. send post

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Solas's murals from Dragon Age: The Veilguard

(textures extracted from game files)

Istg every post I see about how we shouldn’t woobify Solas then goes on to woobify him in fun new ways

Y’all making me hate a character I legitimately like and find interesting

A goofy scene where Solas needs glasses. I've been meaning to write it for a while but the good @oldxenomorph reminded me. I think it's of interest to @plasticfreckles too.

Also on AO3: Skepticles

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They worked in silence these days, their work entirely separate, but together still. It was an escape, in a way. Solas let Tahmina have the desk tonight so she could hunch more comfortably over letters from their outposts outlining movements and needs. He took up the spot in front of the fireplace, Tutu kneading his lap and purring.

She pulled her head up, realizing she'd hunched so far to read this blasted tiny writing that she nearly had her nose to the paper. A few ribs popped as she straightened and she stopped to stretch. Would that the Creators had built them with the ability to bend all the way backwards when the occasion called for it. She could think of at least three reasons, aside from stretching. She chuckled to herself.

Just then, Solas clicked his tongue and growled. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Oh -- get up, get off," he barked at the cat. "You and your tail. I've had enough. I can't see what I'm reading for all the fur."

Tutu darted from his lap.

"Solas," she admonished, "he's just a cat. He can't help it."

"Then you take him."

"He likes you! That's an honor."

"An honor," he huffed, as if he did not regularly feed Tutu far too much fish and rub his belly. "Would you like me to entertain your cat, or would you like me to find out how to remove the Anchor? Your wish is my command, Inquisitor."

Tahmina waved a hand at him and dismissed him back to his reading. He was in one of his moods. He was overall kind, generous, often sweet and funny, but had a habit of lashing out when he was irritated with something he could not correct. He reminded her of her father, in that sense, who had been particular about handling problems sooner rather than later, and scolded her mother when he could not. As if that would fix it.

He clearly needed a break, but would certainly not take it if she suggested it. But so did she, and she was quite happy to look at something other than the Comtesse's ugly handwriting.

She stood and stretched again, and more popped in her back. Her body hadn't been so sensitive when she was younger. She could read Deshanna's texts late into the night with no ill effects. Now just a handful of hours made her stiff and weary.

She made quiet kissy noises to Tutu and lured him onto the bed where she laid on her back. The cat climbed onto her chest with an appreciative murr and settled, purring quietly while she scratched his chin and neck.

He was a sweet cat, a blended brown and orange tabby, with luxuriously long fur and big green eyes. He should have been hunting mice and other vermin but she had not once, in their nearly two years here, seen him do so. That was alright. He kept her such good company instead.

From where he had laid back on the ground, Solas let out another low growl. Now what was the matter?

She tilted her head back against the bed and watched him as he leaned closer to the pages of parchment.

Then he made another noise of disapproval and pulled the papers further away, blinking rapidly.

"These must be spelled," he murmured, "to protect the contents. It must be important."

Tutu gave a quiet mrow in protest as her hand slowed to a stop.

"Sorry," she whispered and resumed her scratching.

But still she kept an eye on Solas as he moved the papers back and forth, squinting, until he found the ideal placement to read. He let out a satisfied ah and read in silence. Yet as his reading went on, careful to keep the paper at a specific distance, he frowned.

"This is a pointless account." He shook his head. "Nor does it look coded. Strange."

Tahmina picked up Tutu and set him to the side, then flipped onto her stomach to watch Solas read. Determined, Tutu stepped onto her back and settled there instead.

Solas set the parchment down in his read pile and picked up the next bundle from the stack to his left. Again he performed the little dance: too close, too far, squinting, not squinting.

"Arasha," she said, picking herself up onto her elbows, "are you alright?"

"Quite fine," he lied as he pushed the paper away and tilted his head back.

"You seem to be struggling with your reading."

He pulled it closer. "It... is fine."

"Why are you pulling it back and forth?"

Solas sighed and shot her a dark glance. "Do you not have your own reading to do?"

"Well, yours involves me, so tell me." She propped her chin in her hand.

This was wrong, of course. He was already irritated. It was certainly a serious matter -- the Anchor was developing more quickly than they had anticipated, and it was imperative he uncovered its secrets so they could remove it or at least slow down its growth. But there were too few moments where she felt she understood what was happening and he didn't.

"There is nothing of value yet," he sighed. "It is... meaningless drivel from the scribes of Corypheus -- back when he was a magister, that is."

"I see," she said. "And the back and forth motion you're doing?"

"I -- it seems to be enchanted," he said, matter-of-factly. "I see no reason why. Most of it is, as I said, drivel. Irrelevant to the focus itself."

"I thought this was a translation."

He cleared his throat. "Perhaps the translator thought it important to--"

"Arasha," she said again, gently, with absolutely no laugher or amusement, "is it possible you might need spectacles? To read better?"

He flicked the parchment down noisily and glared at her. "Spectacles?"

"Yes, they sit across your nose and provide --"

"I know what spectacles are, Tahmina."

Tahmina. Not vhenan. Bad news. She had pushed his poor mood and now he was angry at her. She had hoped to lighten his mood but alas.

"I do not need spectacles." The word was loaded with disdain. "That would imply I am..." His eyes trailed around the room until he settled on a word. "Sub-optimal."

"You are at an age where many start to lose their vision up close," she pointed out, regretting it even as she said it. She meant to indicate it was normal. That was not what came out.

Solas pushed up onto his elbows. "My age? I traipse around with you in the Fereldan and Orlesian countryside. Sera tires before I do. I am more than capable of reading some paper."

She sighed. "I am not saying this to upset you but you would have an easier time if you wore--"

"I can read just fine."

"Alright!" She raised a hand from the bed. This would be like the fade-tongue thing, apparently, which they still did not agree on. "Go on, then. Read me a line."

"This is dense material-- "

"You just said it was drivel."

"Ach!" He sighed. "Very well."

And then he did it again -- his back-and-forth dance, trying to align the paper just right, squint his eyes just so.

"Oh, this is ridiculous to watch," she sighed. "My father needed a pair, you shouldn't need to --"

Solas pushed himself fully upright and glared. "This is a gross misreading of the situation."

"At least I can read it!"

"Your presumptions are why it took so long for us to --"

"Solas, please," she cut in. "Why are you so against this? It's a bit of glass. It's nothing."

He stared up at her. There was something in his eyes that she recognized only from the mirror after she examined the Anchor. A sense that the end was near, that a consumption was happening. Why a pair of spectacles would agonize him the way the Anchor did her was elusive.

Tahmina nudged Tutu off her back and came to sit beside him. Carefully, she plucked the parchment from his hands and set it aside. She took hold of his hand -- dry, warm, not unlike parchment itself. Hers were always sweaty at the palm and dry at the knuckles. Bad for old texts, Deshanna would say.

"I want to help you," she said quietly. "Selfishly, it helps me, too. If you read faster, we find out what to do."

The mood shattered. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "A vanity. I thought I had more time."

"We have what we have." She squeezed his hand. "I'll be where you are soon enough. Hopefully."

He blinked at her owlishly, then looked back at the stacks of parchment. "Yes. Yes, we want you to have the privilege of spectacles."

"Ideally," she agreed.

He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "I apologize."

"There are others in Skyhold who wear them," she said. "I will ask for a set. You need not wear them anywhere but here. If you find them useless, I will eat raven. If you like them, I will not say a word to anyone."

He inhaled deeply and scowled at the fire. Tutu stretched once again and dropped down to the floor. Establishing that it was safe, he crawled back into Solas' lap, who mindlessly scratched his chin.

"I will try them."

She gave him a sympathetic look. "Thank you. Stop yelling at Tutu just because you can't see shit. He loves you."

"I -- " He sighed and looked down at the vastness of fur. "I will do my best."

where are my big lavellan girlies at

Throwback Thursday

We all know the dancing scene at the Winter palace, don't we? BUT, did you know there is an even better option to choose from (despite the clipping, yeah, I know this shit's unfortunate)?

spoiler: you'll get another smooch from him

So this time I played her "more realistic" and after a long day at Halamshiral, walking through this massive place, snooping around and talking to people while playing their game (by insulting them discreetly ... or not, ahem), you're worn out (you can't convince me otherwise). And instead of dancing, she just wished for his company - and this decision pays off IMMEDIATELY. HE EVEN KISSES HER AT THE VERY END OF THE SCENE, almost not recognisable because the scene fades out, BUT IT IS THERE. Even if it's just a small smooch.

I'm. doomed. forever. 😩

Throwing myself at the feet of Dragon Age content creators

More of Solas in his giant wolf form please I beg you

i still dont know how to edit but heres a bunch of clips of them to this song bc it means everything to me …. wouldve put crestwood clips but my xbox didnt save any from my last playthrough 💔

I think a common misunderstanding towards Solavellans (or Solas enjoyers in general) is that they like this purified fanon version of him as this poor innocent guy who did the things he did by accident and shouldn’t be held responsible for any of it.

No. His appeal lies in him as a metaphor for all the ways you can be broken and bent and twisted that your reality becomes as twisted as you. The line between love and manipulation, and how faint it can become under the right circumstances. How easy it can be for a victim to turn into a perpetrator. The themes of duty and regret, social identity and the nuances of perspective when it comes to morality. Discussion of how much intentions and external influence actually matter when it comes to one’s actions. And, my personal favorite, the question of how far can you go and still remain redeemable.

Most Solas enjoyers I have seen and interacted with like him because of this, not in spite of it. There are plenty of very hot less morally confusing characters to love in this series, all with their own lovable traits. And sure, some people might try to water down his character, but that’s a minority in my experience.

*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.

Rook: What happened to Felassan?

Solas: He died.

Rook: He what?

Solas: He died, but he's okay.

Rook: …Can you please clarify?

Solas: Clarification is for the weak.

nice fingies :3 looks yummy :3

😭

I'm in your walls.

Leave me alone😭