🔥 Forever stuck in the ninth circle of Solavellan hell 🔥
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Welcome! I’m Gin (she/they), and I’m a psychology/creative writing graduate, cat parent, and a fanfiction writer for Dragon Age.
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Primary ships: NB!Solavellan, Pavellan, and sometimes Zevwarden
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Unforgiving/unfair critical takes on game developers, canon characters, or other media (not against constructive criticism, but the world is tiring and I'm just here to have a good time)
Critical takes on other people's OCs, art, or writing. We support each other in this household 😤
Untagged ns//fw or graphic content
I try to keep a tagging system, so please see below for my (most commonly used) tags, disclaimers, and commission info:
Disclaimers:
18+ only, please. This is a safe space for everyone in the LGBTQ+ community, and that includes people who identify as ace, aro, demi, trans, or nonbinary. I do not tolerate racism, bigotry, bullying, or drama, and will use the block button liberally. I am firmly in the camp of "don't like, don't read/engage." I have curated my own space here and I encourage other people to do the same.
Feel free to open a conversation with me if I say or do anything harmful; there's always room to make the world a better place.
Transformative Works and Blanket Use Statement:
I am open to transformative works of my fics so long as I am notified and credited, and it does not violate my DNWs (see exchange letter). This includes art, written works inspired by mine, podfics, and any works related to the Mirrors to the Multiverse AU. Please see my exchange letter for details and DNWs.
I welcome art of my OCs, but please let me know so I can see it! :D I can provide references if needed.
I do NOT consent to my works (writing, art, or OCs) being copied, remixed, translated, or re-posted. I do NOT consent to my works (writing, art, or OCs) being used or fed into AI under any circumstances.
Commission Status: OPEN
I have opened three commissions slots. See my ko-fi page for more info. You can also send me a message/ask on my art blog with any questions!
#cw: blood #cw: gore #cw: abuse #cw: horror #cw: suicide
I do try to keep most of these to a minimum, though. If it is a post involving abuse or other dark topics, I will mark it as "cw:" and then whatever the content is.
The air in her lungs seeks to bite her. It rakes with frozen claws and blighted teeth. It stings.
She has no time to reflect on the familiarity of the stones beneath her feet, nor the echoes of memory that paints the scene of strife around her. A large gate, secure and stately now bent in at the irons. A tavern, wreathed in smoke where once only music and drunken revelry prevailed. She pays no mind as the place she once called home is torn apart at the grasping hands of Darkspawn. She does not let herself see it. All she can do is run.
There is humming in his ears. A subtle song, sweet like honeyed poison. It calls to him, to Devotion, but he refuses to hear it.
Around him, Skyhold is falling. He thinks to himself, bitterly, that maybe he never should have taken this job. He did not want to die on foreign soil. Amidst the Blightsong and battle din, he nearly forgets why he had come. Why he stays, still. He is reminded only in the silence of the dead by his feet, and the promise that the silence will spread. That it might reach his clan, his family, until the sound of youthful laughter dies and only the humming remains. The song screams to fill his ear, shifting to something bright with lute strings, but he shuts it out. He does not let himself listen. The only option left is to fight.
The battle is hungry and consumes all. It blinds the sight of the wary. It deafens the ears of the patient. In among the throngs of bodies and swords and death, two lovers pass as strangers to each other. They do not see. They do not hear.
A very wonderful commission from the great @wolfs-dawn and @oxygenforthewicked, with the captions written by Ed herself! Thank you so much for trusting me with this idea. It's been such a blast working on it! 🫶
This scene might appear in the fic Wolfsong, so please check it out!
“if you love this character then you must make him happy in your fics, right?” wrong. the horror. suffering. internal hemorrhage. hospital. immediately
The air in her lungs seeks to bite her. It rakes with frozen claws and blighted teeth. It stings.
She has no time to reflect on the familiarity of the stones beneath her feet, nor the echoes of memory that paints the scene of strife around her. A large gate, secure and stately now bent in at the irons. A tavern, wreathed in smoke where once only music and drunken revelry prevailed. She pays no mind as the place she once called home is torn apart at the grasping hands of Darkspawn. She does not let herself see it. All she can do is run.
There is humming in his ears. A subtle song, sweet like honeyed poison. It calls to him, to Devotion, but he refuses to hear it.
Around him, Skyhold is falling. He thinks to himself, bitterly, that maybe he never should have taken this job. He did not want to die on foreign soil. Amidst the Blightsong and battle din, he nearly forgets why he had come. Why he stays, still. He is reminded only in the silence of the dead by his feet, and the promise that the silence will spread. That it might reach his clan, his family, until the sound of youthful laughter dies and only the humming remains. The song screams to fill his ear, shifting to something bright with lute strings, but he shuts it out. He does not let himself listen. The only option left is to fight.
The battle is hungry and consumes all. It blinds the sight of the wary. It deafens the ears of the patient. In among the throngs of bodies and swords and death, two lovers pass as strangers to each other. They do not see. They do not hear.
A very wonderful commission from the great @wolfs-dawn and @oxygenforthewicked, with the captions written by Ed herself! Thank you so much for trusting me with this idea. It's been such a blast working on it! 🫶
This scene might appear in the fic Wolfsong, so please check it out!
Sylaise's design is based on a gorgeous model I saw while scrolling pinterest whose body was just screaming "goddess" to me.
I was also inspired by some ancient frescoes I was able to see recently on exhibit showing different queenly/noble fashions. The rope/see through shawl was inspired by that, as well as the waist wrap.
Sylaise's crown is the sunbeams and you can't tell me otherwise
The feathers in her crown pale in comparison to traditional regalia but I am not that good at feathers; also they're coming out of a lotus because I think it's pretty
Sylaise's pet snake is to represent her side as a prolific Healer
She wears shells on her shoulders to tie her to her sister (who wears abalone shells in her hair)
The bracelet is also made out of shells - saw a gorgeous set of a collar, a shawl, and cuffs made out of these thin white shells that were once used as currency by the Chumash people and other groups.
Rings given to her by June
Her war paint represents the curling smoke of burnt offerings of petitioners seeking her aid; she was one of the few to still honor those requests, even as the rest of her family turned their backs
edit: her costume also references what I previously made for her own High Priestess here
Summary: Saeris comes face-to-face with the Viddasala, and he and his companions start the final push to stop the Ben-Hassrath plans. But it seems the Viddasala is far more aware of Solas and his own operation than Saeris - or his companions - had realized.
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Excerpt below the cut:
His palm burned. The white-hot pain was so loud in Saeris' mind that he could barely think as he stood amidst the dozens of pairs of eyes of the Ben-Hassrath. Not one of them reached for their weapons, but he did not doubt they would in a heartbeat.
“Survivor of the Breach. Herald of change. Hero of the South.”
A qunari woman called out to him from a platform ahead of them. Scars marred her severe features, her two horns curled regally towards the sky. Her clothing was similar to that of the agents around her - open and breathable, easy to move in - save for the book she had dutifully strapped to her arm, as if a symbol of her status. All of the soldiers around her were glancing in her direction, awaiting her orders.
“You’re the Viddasala, then?” Saeris asked.
“After fulfilling your purpose at the Breach,” she said, ignoring him and taking a single, commanding step forward, “it is astonishing to hear you still walked free among your people. Your duty is done, Inquisitor. It is time to end your magic.”
Saeris’ jaw tightened. “My duty is to protect people from threats,” he said, his voice like cold steel. “Everything I’ve done and continue to do is for that alone.”
“I do not doubt that is what you believe, Inquisitor.” The Viddasala assessed him. “But I am no stranger to catastrophe, and the chaos in the south defies comprehension. The Qun left your people to curb your own magic. You’ve amply proven we should have stepped in long ago.”
“And by ‘stepping in,’ you mean murdering hundreds of people,” Saeris said, crossing his arms. “You would force the South into more chaos?”
The Viddasala stared him down, unflinching. “Do you believe closing the Breach solved everything, that its consequences stopped there?” she said. “The day we saw the Breach, the Qun decided its action. We would remove your leaders and spare those who toil. A hundred deaths to save thousands.” Her brow furrowed. “But this agent of Fen’Harel has disrupted everything. Lives that were to be spared, lost for him.”
Saeris hesitated. An ‘agent’ of Fen’Harel? Did they think that Solas was just an agent?
It was possible Solas was actively trying to keep people safe from the mass murder the Ben-Hassrath were orchestrating, and put a stop to all of this. That had to be it.
In many respects, it was a comfort. Almost.
The thought quickly dissipated when he realized that he had not spoken, nor had he minded the expression on his face. His companions were all glancing at him, now. They seemed as eager for an explanation as the Viddasala.
He’d taken too long to dispute her claim.
“Kill the Inquisitor, then follow me to the Darvaarad,” the Viddasala ordered, then continued up the steps toward the eluvian above.
She disappeared through the mirror before Saeris could say anything more, leaving them alone with the remaining Ben-Hassrath agents. They drew their weapons, ready to follow orders.
Summary: Saeris comes face-to-face with the Viddasala, and he and his companions start the final push to stop the Ben-Hassrath plans. But it seems the Viddasala is far more aware of Solas and his own operation than Saeris - or his companions - had realized.
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Excerpt below the cut:
His palm burned. The white-hot pain was so loud in Saeris' mind that he could barely think as he stood amidst the dozens of pairs of eyes of the Ben-Hassrath. Not one of them reached for their weapons, but he did not doubt they would in a heartbeat.
“Survivor of the Breach. Herald of change. Hero of the South.”
A qunari woman called out to him from a platform ahead of them. Scars marred her severe features, her two horns curled regally towards the sky. Her clothing was similar to that of the agents around her - open and breathable, easy to move in - save for the book she had dutifully strapped to her arm, as if a symbol of her status. All of the soldiers around her were glancing in her direction, awaiting her orders.
“You’re the Viddasala, then?” Saeris asked.
“After fulfilling your purpose at the Breach,” she said, ignoring him and taking a single, commanding step forward, “it is astonishing to hear you still walked free among your people. Your duty is done, Inquisitor. It is time to end your magic.”
Saeris’ jaw tightened. “My duty is to protect people from threats,” he said, his voice like cold steel. “Everything I’ve done and continue to do is for that alone.”
“I do not doubt that is what you believe, Inquisitor.” The Viddasala assessed him. “But I am no stranger to catastrophe, and the chaos in the south defies comprehension. The Qun left your people to curb your own magic. You’ve amply proven we should have stepped in long ago.”
“And by ‘stepping in,’ you mean murdering hundreds of people,” Saeris said, crossing his arms. “You would force the South into more chaos?”
The Viddasala stared him down, unflinching. “Do you believe closing the Breach solved everything, that its consequences stopped there?” she said. “The day we saw the Breach, the Qun decided its action. We would remove your leaders and spare those who toil. A hundred deaths to save thousands.” Her brow furrowed. “But this agent of Fen’Harel has disrupted everything. Lives that were to be spared, lost for him.”
Saeris hesitated. An ‘agent’ of Fen’Harel? Did they think that Solas was just an agent?
It was possible Solas was actively trying to keep people safe from the mass murder the Ben-Hassrath were orchestrating, and put a stop to all of this. That had to be it.
In many respects, it was a comfort. Almost.
The thought quickly dissipated when he realized that he had not spoken, nor had he minded the expression on his face. His companions were all glancing at him, now. They seemed as eager for an explanation as the Viddasala.
He’d taken too long to dispute her claim.
“Kill the Inquisitor, then follow me to the Darvaarad,” the Viddasala ordered, then continued up the steps toward the eluvian above.
She disappeared through the mirror before Saeris could say anything more, leaving them alone with the remaining Ben-Hassrath agents. They drew their weapons, ready to follow orders.
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Happy to announce the prompts list for Forgotten Ones Week 2026! Feel free to get started on works now - we are excited to see what everyone creates!
Event Info | FAQS | Asked & Answered
WHAT IS IT?
Post any human-created fanwork (art, virtual photography, mods, writing, etc.) on Tumblr. Mention @forgottenonesweek and tag your post with #ForgottenOnesWeek2026. We'll reblog it!
Additionally, you can also add your work(s) to the AO3 Collection.
Note: Please tag NSFW and other potentially triggering / sensitive content appropriately.
PROMPTS ARE OPTIONAL
Mix and match, use alternatives, ignore them if you really want to! They are guidelines.
See you for Forgotten Ones Week 2026 - June 15th - 20th!
ID in alt | text version of prompt lists and optional event banners below the cut
We're excited to announce the prompt lists for Evanuris Week 2026! Get started on your works now - we can't wait to see what you create ☆
See you for #EvanurisWeek2026, June 6th - June 14th!
▸ How it works: Post any form of human-created Evanuris fanwork (art, writing, gifsets, digital photography, mods, etc.) on tumblr. Mention us, @evanurisweek, and tag your post #EvanurisWeek2026. We'll reblog your work here!
▸ Please tag NSFW and other potentially triggering or sensitive content appropriately.
▸ Prompts are optional. Use them, combine them, riff off them, use the alternates, or ignore them entirely! We'll reblog any new Evanuris creations posted during the event window.
Evanuris Week: June 6 - 14 | FAQ | Ask the Mods
Long ago, there were two clans of gods. The Creators looked after the People. The Forgotten Ones preyed upon us. - Merrill, first of Clan Sabrae
Our sister event, @forgottenonesweek, runs Monday June 15th to Saturday June 20th. Be sure to check it out!
Prompts:
Day 1 - Elgar'nan: God of Vengeance | sun | power
Day 2 - Mythal: the Great Protector | moon | justice
Day 3 - Falon'Din: Friend of the Dead | ravens | reflection
Day 4 - Dirthamen: Keeper of Secrets | silence | shadow
Day 5 - Andruil: Goddess of the Hunt | weapon | void
Day 6 - Sylaise: the Hearthkeeper | herbs | peace
Day 7 - June: God of the Craft | puzzles | creation
Day 8 - Ghilan'nain: Mother of the Halla | distortion | beasts
Day 9 - Fen'Harel: The Dread Wolf | loyalty | deception
Dread: "Let my enemies see me on the battlefield. Let the dread seep into their bones, knowing their end is nigh, for at this moment I am not a man. I am a force of nature and the bringer of death."
actually drew more scruffy exalted march dlc sebastian based on the concept art some time ago...
i didnt like it enough to post at the time but now its on my mind again.. and theres not much else to post... mwahmwah mwah lets pull you out of the fade kitten
