Enter this place in peace

Solas roleplay blog. NOT spoiler free. Semi-selective, ship friendly. Muse and Mun are 21+ May be NSFW. Please read rules before interacting. I follow back from themercslivehere.

[diagk]

“Can we talk about this, Fen’Harel?”

[nipuni]

Halls of Arlathan

I made this back in november last year for the charity calendar, today is the last day it is on sale so here!

[soltrash]

HOLY MOLY

[nipuni]

A Goddess of his own

[chucklesmahalam]

@doebandoebanov это лучше проиллюстрирует мои слова. Достопримечательности из моих гигабайтовых архивов :)

[nipuni]

Dinan'shiral

[lafaiette]

[hellasolavellan-deactivated2016]

Solas, is so incomprehensibly old………. 

He has likely seen the humble beginnings of mankind, 

The Rise and fall of his own people, 

and those of even the Dwarven Empires. 

He is so profoundly old.. That he likely comes from the ‘first’ few beings of creation.. 

So old, he has undoubtedly witnessed innumerable inventions and contraptions bringing forth new ‘ages’ each time. 

He has seen countless people, and various untold many ways in which they interact or impact the world around them 

He’s seen everything..

And yet more astounding even still, because …. ‘And yet’…. 

Lavellan Surprises him…

Just let that sink in for a moment.  

[nipuni]

Dying alone

Solas’s greatest fear always breaks my heart

[the-emerald-halla]

@galadrieljones @roguelioness @meridyn-da @geeky-jez

This seems appropriate right about now

[fiirstavenger]

LIKE/REBLOG IF YOU’RE OKAY RPING WITH                    A MULTI-MUSE BLOG.

I have no idea who to follow so this could be really helpful since I know some do not like multi-muse blogs.

[nipuni]

this is for @anachromystic of her fic Schooling Pride that i LOVE!

[andaranatishanvhenan]

"Enchantment?" (enchantmxnt)

“Oh… hello there.”

Staring down at the quiet, young dwarf, he clears his throat. waiting for him to speak. He doesn’t. He looks around, searching for any other dwarves in sight– there are none. Never in all his travels has he run into a dwarf in the middle of the woods. 

“Ah… what are you doing out here? Are you alone?”

[andaranatishanvhenan]

enchanmxnt:

Sandal offers out the second pack he’d been carrying, likely belonging to his father, and utters not another word as he moves forward in the forest. There are no paths, but the boy seems to know where he’s going despite this, and when they reach a small clearing he turns to face Solas, a sad look on his face. 

Littered around the place are the remnants of a camp. Overturned supplies, and even a few dead bandits litter the place. A fire that’s been snuffed out, still smoking, sits in the midst of the chaos. 

Pleading, blue eyes are trained on the elf, as if the boy expects him to summon his father from the Fade. “You help?” 

“I can certainly try,” Solas murmurs. He feels a strange sort of fondness for the boy, he seems so helpless and afraid, and he always has had a soft spot for assisting those in need. 

He’s silent for a moment, and the pack glows blue. Closing his eyes, he lets the magic focus and coalesce, concentrating down to a single point. If he can build up enough of a magical charge-- 

He sighs, hands drooping with the pack. “I apologize, I am having trouble. I’m fairly weak at the moment, I would need some kind of focusing device to build up enough magic. But perhaps we could find him the old fashioned way?”

[aylenlavellan]

“Oh no, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.” (andaranatishanvhenan) ((we've never interacted but i hope it's okay to send you something))

The elf raised a brow, though the hint of a small, amused smirk crept across her lips.

“Well that sounds kind of boring. Where’s the fun in taciturnity, lethallin, when there are so many interesting people surrounding you, people you could learn from?”

@andaranatishanvhenan

[andaranatishanvhenan]

aylenlavellan:

Aylen tilted her head slightly, brows raised with curiosity. “’Exciting and enlightening’… Those are two words I would not use to call myself,” she chuckled. “I’m afraid I find myself far more boring than you describe, lethallin.”

“Now, don’t get melancholic Solas. I won’t worry about how will people see me or my actions long after I’m gone. They’ll see what they see, nothing more. I don’t need strangers from ages in the future to remember every single detail of me,” she assured, a sweet smile on her lips. “I’m not looking for their approval. All I want, is to help people however I can. I’ll be content as long as I’m allowed to do that.”

Solas gives her a sad smile. “A worthy goal,” he murmurs, looking out at the rift where it churns in the sky so nearby to Haven. “But whether or not you want it has no bearing on whether you deserve it. Perhaps somebody will make it their business to ensure your story is not mistranslated over the years. It wouldn’t benefit future generations to look back upon you as a paragon whose actions are beyond the reach of a humanity, or elfkind, dwarfkind and so on. You should be remembered as you are. Brave and powerful and kind and frightening, but also a person.”

[andaranatishanvhenan]

Me: *stares into the void*

The Void: *stares back*

Me: *winks*

The Void: *blushes*

[needapotion]

Only because I missed him ♥

[nipuni]

Fen’Harel was the hottest Evanuris pass it on

[beaniesandmachetes--a]

Reblog if you are willing to make an OC an integral part of your canon’s story.

[andaranatishanvhenan]

thosewhospeak:

“It is not that I wish to harm you.” Tama droned flatly, releasing her grip on his face and turning away, facing towards the tool table with contemplation. She had to admit, she wasn’t sure where else to go from here. If physical conversion wasn’t going to work, then she’d have to try to change him mentally. 

She turned back to him, surprised to see sadness on his face instead of anger. Why…was he pitying her? She scrunched up her face in frustration. “The Qun seems complicated to those who do not understand it. Some times it requires a little force to show converts that their ways are toxic. Once you understand the Qun, you will no longer have to suffer this. Do you want to continue to suffer? I can stop your pain, if you just listen.” She forced a smile on her face. “I can take care of you. I can cleanse your mind.”

Solas, again, begins to weep. At first Tama thinks he’s maybe finally broken, that he’s heard her words and they hit a chord in him. She takes his chin again and lifts his head. 

“It will be alright, Viddathari. You do not have to weep, I can ease your suffering.” 

Solas looks up at her, purple eyes swollen and bloodshot and watery, and he shakes his head, pulling out of her grip. “That is not why I weep,” he says hoarsely. “I weep for you. I weep for what you have been put through... what they have done to you to make you feel like you need to do this. I weep for your suffering. You don’t have to live like this. You could be free. You could be so much more. You could be.”