Solavellan | E | pre-DAI eluvian time travel feat. hot blooded and cocky young wolf and clan mage apprentice Lavellan | [read here]
Ellana Lavellan is one of two apprentices to her clan’s Keeper, and not the most skillful of the pair. She expects to be sent away after failing to earn a place as First, but when she stumbles upon an ancient shrine to Fen’Harel and inadvertently summons the Dread Wolf himself, she finds in him a wealth of powerful, forgotten magics. He’ll teach her, if she makes a suitable offering: herself.
Ellana returns to the shrine again and again, summoning Fen’Harel to teach her more, but time works differently on the other side of the eluvian; centuries pass for him while only weeks go by for her. As she grows to know him as Solas, she discovers that the Creators are not the benevolent deities she believed them to be, and that the Dread Wolf is a man she can love.
What comfort can a mere Dalish mage offer a rebel god? More than either of them ever expected.
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The Veil undulated, bringing Ellana up short. Two more droplets spattered the altar and, as she watched, reflected a wavering light that emanated from the surface of the tall mirror. It rippled silver and blue, overpowering the fire in the brazier. Fear gripped Ellana’s throat as a shadow filled the mirror, black against its luminosity. When it stepped out of the mirror and into the chamber, the brightness cut off, leaving Ellana to face whatever had come through it with a broken bow, a stolen knife, and her meager skill with spellcraft.
The brazier’s light caught small shining points set against pale skin: a delicate golden cuff at the top of a knife-sharp ear; a round stud in one nostril of a strong nose; a delicate ring in a full lower lip. Confusion knitted a stern brow over storm sea eyes—gray irises edged with deep blue, oddly like Ellana’s own, yet without any suggestion of her timidity. No, the elf who had come through the mirror had a dauntless bearing and wore fabrics so fine he might’ve walked out of the shrine’s mosaics.
Glancing around the chamber and then back at Ellana, he advanced two steps, speaking in quick, liquid words it took her altogether too long to identify as the ancient elvhen tongue. While most Dalish spoke little more than a few phrases, Keeper Deshanna had studied what remained of their predecessors’ language extensively. She had passed that knowledge on to both her apprentices, and in a rare show of savvy, Ellana had picked it up best.
Yet, for all her lessons, she could barely keep up with the flourishes of this elf’s pronunciation and cadence. His vocabulary far exceeded hers, every syllable fluid and spoken in a deep baritone. He gesticulated for emphasis, Ellana catching every fourth or fifth word—where, expected, misled. She strained to focus, but it was all too much, too fast.
Raising her hands in what she hoped was a universal gesture of stop, she said in the ancient tongue, “Please. Please speak slowly and with, ah”—she sought the correct translation—“short words.”
He cut his tirade blessedly off, eyebrows drawing in again. Ellana despaired for a heartbeat that he hadn’t understood her, but then he said, slowly and in short words, “What is this place? It is not where I expected to be when I came through the eluvian.”
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the legally blonde mentality isnt just for law students. u can bring that attitude with you into every field of work. be the whimsical force of positive change. wear that neon outfit. snaps for us all.
this post was inspired by my boss telling me she couldnt "take me seriously" in a pair of dinosaur print overalls. sorry i have two degrees and a dope wardrobe. you dont need to take me seriously but You Will Take Me.
Have I been writing? No, not really. Instead, I've been demo'ing, skim coating and priming walls, tearing out baseboards and reinstalling them, patching a shitty floor job by the people who flipped the house (badly), mitering ALL the THINGS at 45-degree interior corner angles, installing wainscoting panels and moulding, caulking, painting... Supposedly the new vanity is arriving today.
I think fanfiction as a medium is different enough from mainstream literature in the tools it offers writers that it's a shame that it's not talked about more often. And it's not me saying "fanfic is better than books xD" because that sort of mindset is a symptom of people who aren't particularly well read in either medium. I'm just speaking of like... The little things you get to do with a fanfic that you genuinely can't really do in an original story.
I had a big fanfic in a previous fandom where one of the big reveals was the involvement of a kind of infamous villain, whose presence was built up to and foreshadowed through the whole fic until his reveal without ever mentioning his name, so that the name drop would be a gut punch. It worked especially well because of who the villain was and his presence in that fandom space specifically (it's very complicated) and if it was an original story this reveal wouldn't work at all the way it was written in the fic. Because if you don't have a predisposition to think about that character and his relationship to the hero in a very specific way, then just seeing their name won't do much to you; the reveal and the recontextualisation it pushes upon you hinges on your previous knowledge of the source material.
I think it's an interesting tool fanfic authors are given. One of my favorite fanfic of all time is partially a re-imagining of its source material's canon, and something it does is introduce antagonists much earlier in the story or deepen npcs' stories. It then works to evoke a tragic irony that again wouldn't work if you didn't know the source material, and it's something the author obviously has a lot of fun with.
You could call it cheap or a crutch and I mean, yeah, sure, it is a little bit: the fanfic relies on previously established emotional bonds and stakes to achieve its goal, and in some cases it saves the author from having to 'properly' build up its stakes. But I think it's INTERESTING that it has that tool at its disposal. I think it's a fun thing to play with and I think these built in expectations and emotional bonds are especially why I find story driven aus in particular to be fascinating in the amount of ways you can play with them. You know??
Yes. THIS! So much. In fanfiction you can use the reader's knowledge as a tool. You can twist their expectations of characters and tropes to your advantage. There is just so much to play with.
We can also talk about specifically using formatting and using a site like Ao3 to convey the story - in that, you can take advantage of HTML/CSS. A chapter of one of my fics wouldn't be the same in print unless I heavily adapted it. it should have been by SidneySussex is a masterpiece that simply cannot be absorbed anywhere but on the web.
As fanfic writers we're given so many tools to play with expectations and narrative. It's joyous.
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For all its faults Tumblr has truly ruined all other social media for me because my friends all have Instagram and are all trying to get me on Instagram more but every time I open Instagram there are like fifteen things screaming for my attention and when I get over myself long enough to start scrolling it's like. Where is my chronological dash. Where is the following-only option. Who are these people. Why are there so many videos. Everyone is screaming at me. And then before I know it I'm thirty minutes into scrolling and I haven't seen a single thing that I actually care about. At least on Tumblr when I see stuff I don't care about I know someone I follow has found a new interest.
These accompany chapters of my Solavellan Longfic, Divergent Paths.
Bonus illustration for Chapter 16: Packmaster.
Chapter 17: Warden. We finally recruited Blackwall!
Chapter 18: Fool. I love elfroot and the Blackwall banter about it. 😉
Chapter 19: Pamplemousse. We made it to Val Royeaux! Almost.
Dia followed the others, hefting her pack. The tavern door opened to a spacious room with tall ceilings and elaborate chandeliers laden with burning wax candles. The warm light illuminated colourful walls depicting dancing citrus fruit drinking from comically large bottles of wine. The support pillars had decorative mouldings at the top and colourful banners with words embroidered on them stretched from wall to wall.
Cassandra stepped to the bar, where a human man with a moustache was polishing a glass.
“Bonjour Madame, what can I get you?” Said the moustachioed man.
“Bonjour. We would like some rooms for the night please.” Answered Cassandra.
“Do you have an… reservation?” Asked the man in a heavy Orlesian accent.
“No, we do not.” Said Cassandra, clearly a bit surprised.
“I see. I am afraid we only have two rooms available tonight, and ze rabbits cannot stay ‘ere. Ze accommodation for them is across the street, and no guarantee zere will be room anyway.” Said the man in a bored monotone. Dia just blinked, needing a minute to let the words sink in. Varric hissed and Cassandra reacted. Loudly.
“Excuse me!?”
“You ‘eard me, Madame. Zis establishment does not offer mixed accommodations. Ze elves will have to go across the road. The sign says ‘Cobbler’, but ze upstairs belongs to the Pamplemousse Ivre. You must ask at ze desk.” The innkeeper remained unbothered by Cassandra’s offence. Dia almost admired him. If Cassandra looked at her the way she did now at this moustachioed man, Dia would try and find the nearest hole to hide in.
“You cannot be serious. This is clear discrimination.” Fumed Cassandra.
“I assure Madame, le Pamplemousse Ivre operates in accordance with Orlesian law. If you have any complaints, I advise you to take it up with your local representative.” Droned the human, he sounded bored and rehearsed.
I am very proud of the chapters that span the Val Royeaux arc, I thought about holding this last one back and grouping it with the others, but I'm too excited about it, so I'm sharing! Also this is the one I shared a sneak peek of, so it seems only fair.
If you have any questions or comments, I would be glad to hear them! Thank you for looking! Happy creating!
u know what i fucking love. is that it's so clear that many of us have important full time jobs. yet you can see us here on tumblr throughout the work day posting about the most unhinged shit possible. like we're really out here going to a meeting then coming back to tumblr like "shane drippy big dick bouncing on that thang" before running back to another meeting like Hi Linda yes I talked to the team earlier and we're ready to send the documents over. How was your weekend
Undying Love - A Solavellan Illustration (Trespasser Parting Scene)
This was made as a gift for @fadetouchedlurker, featuring their Lavellan. 💕
@fadetouchedlurker's Lavellan is an inspiring, strong and relatable Inquisitor. She is a continuously well written representation for autism and disability and she happens to be delightful. She is also headstrong, sometimes naive, ruthless when necessary and imperfect - a fully fleshed out character with layers.
I adore reading about her and her universe. There are many multi-connected works on AO3 about her, here are some of my stand out-favourites:
Written in Red - The first thing I read from @fadetouchedlurker, it captured me completely and made me love their Lavellan. Not exactly the first in chronological order, the series are interconnected.
Vallaslin - An interesting backstory to this Lavellan, a veteran of the Fifth Blight.
Restraint - A wonderful exploration of intimacy and trust. Queerplatonic things, but mind the tags.
A Familiar Ritual - A lovely "tea across time" journey from Solas' POV. A surprisingly encompassing overview of their love. Very sweet.
A Real Party - A balm for the heart for all Solavellans.
Oblation - A silly premise turned into a horror masterpiece. Amazing writing. Terrible story that will haunt you for weeks/months after. In a good way. You've been warned. I wholeheartedly recommend it if you like psychological horror. But seriously, mind the tags!
There are many, many more; and Fade-Touched Lurker writes beautifully about about Dorian/The Iron Bull, Sera/Dagna and other pairings as well.
They're current WIP is A Sinking Star - A continuation of the main plot of their series. It's brilliant so far. They publish every Thursday.
Go read their things! It will be worth your time.
Oh, and this is the screenshot that was provided for reference. I had to change things, the medium demanded it and so did my limited skills. Seriously, chainmail is the worst. 😉And I only have so many colours available to me.
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Fenharel frees the elven slaves.
"Cowering, cringing, blinking to the light. Then cold hands, kind voices. Sleep now. You're safe." (Cole's comment on Solas's mosaic)
And this is the same man who said, "I'll kill you all to save you all." :DDD
