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 clanās 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 FenāHarel and inadvertently summons the Dread Wolf himself, she finds in him a wealth of powerful, forgotten magics. Heāll teach her, if she makes a suitable offering: herself.
Ellana returns to the shrine again and again, summoning FenāHarel 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 Ellanaās 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 brazierās 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 eyesāgray irises edged with deep blue, oddly like Ellanaās 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 mightāve walked out of the shrineās 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 predecessorsā 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 elfās 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 wordāwhere, 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, āPlease. Please speak slowly and with, ahāāshe sought the correct translationāāshort words.ā
He cut his tirade blessedly off, eyebrows drawing in again. Ellana despaired for a heartbeat that he hadnāt understood her, but then he said, slowly and in short words, āWhat is this place? It is not where I expected to be when I came through the eluvian.ā
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you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.
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Been tagged in the past couple of weeks by the wonderful @theriothag and @teamdilf. I've been consumed with IRL stuff lately (what's new, I guess), but knock, knock, knock it's These Hands again:
Night slipped by in tales of a world Ellana couldnāt have dreamed of. Even in the deepest sleep, when mages ventured far into the Fade, there was no trace of the true Elvhenanāmagic-rich and ruled by elves forged from ambitious spirits and the pilfered blood of earth-shaking titans. No faith in Thedas, she was certain, had any concept of that past. Not the misguided Dalish legends or the Chant of Light or even the memories of the dwarves, whose lineage was more ancient than the Peopleās.
Solas spoke of it with both fondness and sorrow, one or the other vying for supremacy depending on the story. Answering Ellanaās questions jumped the narrative across centuries and vast distances, and while she did her best to follow it, a handful of hours wouldnāt suffice to knit together so much forgotten history. Her head and heart were full of all he had confessed.
āI have kept you too long, vhenan,ā he said when Ellana failed to hide the drooping of her eyelids. Her ānoā was lost in a poorly stifled yawn, which earned her a forbearing close-lipped smile. Solas asked, āCan you lie in some of the morning to claim the rest I stole?ā
āI have chores.ā And unless she was sick, Deshanna expected them done. Apprentices were held to the standard the Keeper herself was.
āThen I am sorryāā
Ellana said, āIām not.ā Stirring from her place in his arms, she brushed his dry, uncombed hair aside to kiss him. In it were all the assurances sheād given since heād told her his name: she didnāt hold his deceit against him; had he tried to tell her the truth on the first night, she would never have believed it. Without him she would still be a talentless mage, of no use to her clan. She would not know passion or love as bright and blazing as veilfire.
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āItās digestibleā is pertinent!! Okay, for those of you who havenāt researched Crisco for writing fic about gay sex in the mid-late 60s:
The first-edition ofĀ The Joy of Gay Sex, published in 1977, declared, āVegetable shortening may be the best lubricant, since it is not only greasy but also digestibleā[4]Ā Such a statement perhaps gives new meaning to the companies boastful declarations that āIts digestibleā and āCrisco has been making life in the kitchen more delicious for years.āĀ Similarly, in the 1978 sex manualĀ The Advocate Guide to Gay Health, Crisco even earned an entry in the bookās index.Ā Discussions of the shorteningās use as an anal lubricant indicate its popularity, with statements such as: āThe lubricant, typically the cultic Crisco, must be copious.ā[5]Ā In fact, Crisco was so synonomus with gay sex that discos and bars around the world took on the name, such as Crisco Disco in New York City, which was one of the premiere clubs during the 1970s and early 1980s.Ā Other clubs or bathhouses, such as Club Z in Seattle, even featured murals with Crisco.Ā Thus, Crisco was conversely also one of many things that led to the formation of gay identities during the 20thĀ century.
from this essay: http://www.columbia.edu/~sf2220/TT2007/web-content/Pages/drew2.html
Love this post for so many reasons but most especially because this is from all the way back in 2012 and and yet not a single blog in this thread is deactivated
Love the gay history, but i just wanna correct that the āitās digestibleā in the gay stuff was a reference to criscoās tagline it had been using since 1911, the actual meaning of its digestible is because itās main competition came from āenhancedā lards which were rendered pig fat mixed with non food thickeners that literally did not digest and caused people to basically just shit out pig cream, since crisco was veggie based the body digested it along with the food
This post is the opposite of net zero information. Not only did I learn several new facts about gay history but also we rounded our way back to the original question of the tag line and the mini obelisks.
In Copenhagen you can visit The Round Tower. It used to be an astronomical observatory until light pollution and the vibrations from increased traffic in the streets made it useless for its original purpose.
Today itās mostly famous for what it looks like on the inside.
It has an equestrian staircase though itās so smooth itās really just a gentle slope more than a staircase. It was build like that so our lazy bum king could ride his horse all the way to the top (king not in photo)
And naturally people have also driven cars up the tower
And held a bike race
For a while it was just sort of abandoned by the authorities and became a spiraling marketplace
But today it has been restored and become a tourist spot as well as a popular destination for school trips. And yes, you can still watch the cosmos at the top.
Hey everyone, go read @crimsonphantasmagoria ās fic āIt Will Come Backā. <Here!>
I knew I wanted to draw this as soon as I read it! Ah, pining Solas! Confessing his love and running off immediately after because he already said too much and knows he will do something heāll regret if he stays. He doesnāt get very far though. š
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"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.