Long overdue Veilguard versions of my lovelies! You should play along! @thevikingwoman @galadrieljones @thedreadblog @thebookworm0001 @roguelioness
Keria
I worked REALLY hard to try to get Keria as accurate to her Inquisition version as possible, even though I don't have any particular talent with CCs. This would be Inquisition-era:
The whole reason she has a messy pixie cut is bc her magic makes the wind misbehave around her so she keeps it short to keep it out of her eyes... And the Veilguard version puts it directly in her eyes -.- Still though, look at her! She looks great, no wonder Solas fell so hard Q.Q
Bonus Done-With-Your-Shit and 10 years later Veilguard-era versions:
Elle
I didn't like their braid options, and they didn't let me make her vallaslin pink enough. Still gorgeous.
Bonus Elle-as-Rook, bc tbh she makes a damn good looking Rook
Des
Once again the limited hair options got me 🙄 it's funny how there's so many great hair options in Veilguard, yet none quite match my OCs lol. Des remains perfect none-the-less.
(I don't have any bonuses for her bc I made her the Inquisitor in my second playthrough but then never made it that far :( )
New girls!
Dahlia "Rook" de Riva, warrior, Lucanis-mancer
Amethyst "Rook" Laidir, rogue
Hey uh, did you know on PS5 you only get 3 save files?? I think Amethyst's was a victim of needing new space. I couldn't grab some decent pics, this is all I've got.
She was supposed to romance Emmrich, but a game glitch didn't allow it. I started romancing Davrin instead, but didn't make it much farther in the game.
??? "Rook" Thorne, mage
She was going to be my second attempt to romance Emmrich -- I thought it would be cool to romance him as a I'm-Already-Dying Grey Warden, but uh... Yeah I decided the game just didn't have enough replay value, and now I can't even remember this poor girl's name :( Something like Isaar or... something. Guess it's just Rook now.)
I based #2 on the AU list on my own honeymoon. I’m sorry the prompt never gets to the actual vacation part of the vacation… But if I added all the semi-public beach smex and threesomes this prompt would have been WAY too long.
So have some committed-relationship spice, with mirror smex.
2214 words, explicit
for @augustwritingchallenge
Read on AO3
Black Bikini Bottoms
Des and Solas hadn’t taken a honeymoon as newlyweds, as they had been new parents as well. They tied the knot at City Hall and promised each other they would take a trip for their first anniversary instead. But, between financial strain and Des’ separation anxiety, they’d called it off.
Now it was nearly their second anniversary and their daughter, Isla, was two years old, and Des was ready for a break. Cruise tickets for five days and four nights through Rivaini islands had been booked, plane tickets for her mom to stay here with Isla had been booked, and an appointment with a waxing salon so Des could get bikini-ready had been booked.
To be honest it wasn’t about the new bikini she’d packed so much as Solas seeing her in — and out — of it. Between work, parenthood, medical scares, and life in general, her and Solas’ s.ex life was all but non-existent, and she was hoping to change that, if only for the week.
The morning before was hectic — saying hello to her mother, goodbye to her daughter, and loading on the plane. They arrived late in Rivain and headed straight to their moderately-priced hotel room, where they both crashed. They did not have sex. (Thank goodness; she was exhausted.)
They were up before dawn on the day of their anniversary to begin the on-boarding process. Tickets, passports, suitcases, and a mandatory cruise ship safety lecture from the crew. It was after noon before they were free.
They managed to find their tiny windowless room well enough; it was on the lowest level and practically at the rear of the ship. After they’d checked that none of their luggage had gone missing in transit and settled a bit she sat on the bed. As it was practically the only place to sit her husband did the same. They chatted a bit, appraising the experience so far, and she scooted close, suggestively running her hand up and down his thigh as he commented on the excellent service and cheap booze.
Then a loud rumble started up, and they had to raise their voices to be heard.
He grimaced. “That must be the engine. I had not realized it would be so loud…”
Neither had she. Unlike Solas, she was a light sleeper and she was already starting to stress about the noise keeping her awake the entire trip.
But she was determined to break their dry spell. “It’s for the best,” she purred, running her hand along his chest. “Now we don’t have to worry about being too noisy.”
She pulled him into a kiss, trying to put heat into it. She wasn’t actually in the mood, yet, but she was sure she’d get there.
They kissed for several moments, nibbling on lips and necks. Neither mad a move to further, though, so they slowed to caresses. The longer it went the more painfully obvious it was that this wasn’t working for either of them. She moved her hand down and cupped hi, just to be sure, but she didn’t find anything significant.
She pulled back with a sigh and leaned her forehead against his.
He sighed as well. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired, we can still—”
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s not just you,” she admitted. She forced a smile and they stayed there a moment, heads together, eyes closed. Their hands found each other. She was trying not to get worked up over it, to blame herself, her body, to spit out something like ‘I guess we just don’t have sex anymore!’.
It was a shame. They used to have great sex. Like, really fucking good. Shouldn’t she be craving that? Would he, if she still looked like she did back then?
She reminded herself there was no reason to force themselves into some mediocre orgasms just because society said that their ‘honeymoon’ should be some kind of uber-romantic fuck-a-thon.
When she was sure she could open her eyes without getting teary she did so — only to find that while she was trying not to lose it the asshole was nodding off right where he sat.
“There’s a couple hours until our assigned dinner time,” she said, and his eyes popped open with a start. “Do you want to take a nap until then?”
“Yes. Very much so. But I would not
want you to leave you all alone on our anniversary…”
She waved it off. “I’ll nap for a bit, too, then I’ll just read. I brought a book.”
He didn’t need any more convincing and climbed under the covers. She got up and turned off the light.
She blinked.
“Holy shit.”
“Yes,” he agreed, sounding just as surprised as she was. It was dark. Like, completely lightless, even with elven vision. The blackout curtains in their bedroom at home had nothing on a windowless room under the ocean, apparently. “There’s no light from the hall; I suspect the rooms are water-tight.”
She hummed her agreement as she felt her way back to the bed. She didn’t bother setting an alarm; she never napped for more than an hour or so. With as loud as the engine was, she would be lucky to nap at all.
~~~~~
So, apparently, a cruise ship engine made for a wonderful white noise machine, especially when combined with the comforting darkness of the room. Des knew she’d over slept immediately. She didn’t bother trying to find her phone to check the time; they were out of service range and cross time zones. Instead she found the remote for the ceiling-mounted TV, which has a “channel” just to tell you the time and introduce you to the captain, as well as a few others explaining the islands they’d make port at in the coming days.
So much for a sixty minute nap; it had been six hours.
She hadn’t muted the TV fast enough and Solas stirred. “What time is it?” he mumbled. “Did we miss dinner?”
His tone told her that he already knew the answer.
“You could say that.”
“There’s room service, right?”
“I think they’re closed…”
“Well let’s try, at least.”
They did. The kitchen was closed, but uncooked meals were still available. Solas ordered a sandwich and she got the salad, and instead of eating a romantic anniversary dinner by the sea they ate in relative silenced in a room the size of a closet. At least wine didn’t require cooking.
C’est la vie. They went over their schedule for the next day, and which activities (‘excursions’ as the ship called them) they planned to hit. Once their plan was in place and the drinks were finished they went right back to bed.
With their good mood, full bellies, wine, and rest, Des thought they would ‘celebrate’ some more… But instead they wished each other a happy anniversary and went right back to bed. They did not have sex.
This time Des’ disappointment was genuine, and she allowed herself her tears. She might as well mourn the apparent loss of this part of their lives as Solas snored away behind her. Maybe they really were one of those couples after all. They had love, and family, and a life together, and sex wasn’t much of a part of that. And that was okay. But it also kinda sucked.
~~~~~~
The alarm woke them in the morning. Unlike the dinners that were scheduled in the dining room at the same time every night, breakfast would be buffet style for two hours on the upper deck, so there was no hurry. In theory. Des hurried anyway, excited to finally enjoy the view of glittering ocean for as far as her eyes could see as she sipped mimosas.
She was pulling out her outfit for the day (bikini included) when Solas invited her to shower with him. It was something they did pretty much whenever schedules allowed, so she didn’t expect any hanky-panky (and tried to convince herself she wasn’t disappointed when she was proven right).
He scrubbed her back and she watched him shave his head, checking him for missed spots. They got out and toweled dry.
She reached for her bikini bottoms but his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, grip noticeably firm. “Who said you’re allowed to get dressed?” he asked.
His wicked little grin was enough to send a tingle through her. “I can’t wait to see the incredible view,” she answered coquettishly. He didn’t bother with a response, just pulled her in and kissed her hungrily, almost immediately finding her tongue with his. His hands moved from her wrist to waist to grab great handfuls of her ass.
She tried to give as good as she got but she still had to wrap her arms around his neck just to keep her balance with the way her pressed into her, forcing her to back up until her butt hit the tiny vanity. She puled back to catch her breath, scraping her nails along his freshly-shaved scalp. He used the opportunity to go for her neck, sucking and biting as he pleased. She knew he was leaving marks on her but happily let him.
Des gasped lightly as his fingers traced to the apex of her thighs, teasing her. Fuck, it had been way too long… She canted her hips against his hand to prove how ready she was already, just in case it wasn’t super obvious.
It must have been because he hooked his elbow under her knee and lifted, speaking her open. She giggled in surprise but was cut off by her own hitching breath as he used his other hand to finger her. She buried her nose in the crook of his neck, clean and warm, until he murmured appreciatively in her ear, “Now there’s an incredible view…”
She turned to look over her shoulder only to see her own bare ass reflected in three different angles by the vanity mirrors.
Des smirked. She propped up her leg higher and leaned forward into Solas, arched her back to give him a pornographic view of his fingers disappearing into her cunt. He groaned and grabbed her ass with his now-free hand, lifting her higher still.
He worked her with those long, familiar fingers until she couldn’t take it anymore. He ignored her increasingly insistent noises of frustration — she knew he knew what she wanted, but the asshole always wanted to hear her beg for it. Finally she dropped all pretense and just said, “Dick. Now.”
He ignored her still, so she sunk her teeth into his neck, biting hard.
His surprise yelp was followed by a chuckle just before he grabbed her by the hips and spun her around. She met his grin with a smile of her own and bent over to brace her hands on the vanity table. She watched in satisfaction as his gaze dropped to her tits. Then she wiggled her butt to get him back on task.
He rook the time to run his hands up along her curves, all the way up to her shoulders and back, giving her ass a loud smack before finally aligning his cock up and — Fuck. Creators, she’d forgotten just how damn good when her husband fucked her with that big cock of his. The toys in her drawer at home had nothing on the grip of his hands pulling her hips to him as he thrust steadily into her.
She looked up at him in the mirror but couldn’t make eye contact as he was intently watching their bodies moving together instead. She’d been stupid to think he was tired of her body… He’d never said or even done anything to make her think he was no longer attracted to her, and the way he looked at her now was anything but disinterested.
She reached up to squeeze her own breast — that caught his attention. His eyes snapped up to hers and she continued the treatment, tugging her nipple for her own satisfaction, watching him watching her. Then she watched nothing at all as her eyes screwed up and she came for him, though she felt his heavy gaze even then.
He rode her through her orgasm, steady, controlled as always. Always, that was, until it was his turn. Once she opened her eyes again he dug his fingers into her and took her hard. She moaned with each thrust and it was all she could do to brace herself against the table as he lost himself, pounding into her fast, hard, deep.
She watched his face as he came at last, smiled when his eyes opened to meet hers. He smiled back and gave her ass another slap before pulling out. “Worth it for that view alone.”
She rolled her eyes and went to grab a washcloth from the shower, giving him one as well. Then her the bikini bottoms she’d been reaching for before, like a proper gentleman.
“Why thank you.” She grumbled as she started pulling them on, “Gonna get cum stains on it before I even get in the water…”
Solas cupped her face and pulled her into a long, satisfied kiss. Then he said with a smirk, “It won’t be the last time. Black was a poor color choice for our honeymoon.”
But I do want to preface this with: You don't need marriage to be happy, and you can be just as lovingly dedicated to the one(s) you love with bringing a government contact into it. ALSO the wedding industry is corrupt as fuck. In real life I'm hyper supportive of people who chose not to get married (or have kids) because I know society gives you a lot of shit for that.
Buuuut... these are my OCs to project onto as I wish, and I, being very happy married, project that into them as well.
Minor spoilers for future stories about my OCs?
Keria
The first dress that popped up wasn't really an image result, it was an ad, but considering Keria is an elven goddess by the time this wedding would happen it seemed too appropriate (though it would be gold accents). The wedding band is great for her tbh! Though I can't see her carrying any kind of bouquet; I guess I just don't think of bouquets as something canon elves would do.
Elle
Alright, I admit it: I cheated and added 'pink' to the search terms. Elle would opt for a traditional Dalish bonding ceremony and garb, but that's not going to show up on the first page of Google images. If she DID wear a city style dress, it would be simple, and pink. Again, she might hold like, one flower, but not a bouquet. Solas actually proposes with a pink diamond set in ironbark.
Des
Des, on the other hand, has a full ass Pinterest board for her dream wedding. Multiple, actually. She very much considers it a happy ending for 'some day' and wants it big and glamorous. Too bad she may never get married because she keeps wasting her time with this asshole she works with. She really covets the type of engagement ring that Viking hates rofl.
I’m too sleepy to proofread this but here’s another installment of the Isla!au.
@dadrunkwriting
Des stepped in to the breakroom. It felt weird, coming into work around lunchtime, the cafeteria already filled with students and her coworkers half done with their day. She felt a dozen and one eyes on her as she walked past the aged, second-hand furniture to the seat by the window where Solas always sat.
"You're tardy, Ms. Lavellan," he teased. "Do you have a note from your parents?"
"I could text Gram-Gram if you'd like."
He set aside his sandwich. He always did that sort of thing, as if to show people they had his full attention. She usually didn't even look up from her phone unless it was serious. Which this was, but he didn't know that. "Did you have another appointment already?"
"Yeah. I can tell you about it later if you want to come by after school."
His eyebrows knit together at her failed attempt to sound casual. "What's wrong."
"The baby is doing okay," she assured him, resting a hand on hero abdomen. "But I need to go over some stuff with you, okay?"
"I'm in the PTA meeting this afternoon..."
"Oh, right--"
"But I can call out. Should I?"
"No, no, it's fine."
"Are you certain?" He moved as if to get up. "I'll go tell Leliana..."
"Sit. It can wait until after dinner, Solas. Besides, Vivienne will blame me--I'm already on thin ice with her for not going when I'm supposed to. I'd never hear the end of it."
~~~~~
Solas arrived at her place only minutes after the PTA meeting usually ended. She thought it would feel weird, opening the door for him after so long-- like an ex-boyfriend, maybe-- but it felt oddly un-awkward. She didn't make an excuse or apologize for the state of her home, either; he know why it was a mess.
All her life she'd heard pregnant women complain about being tired, but she'd never really understood. It was different than 'tired' from a lack of sleep, or 'exhaustion' from physical exertion, or 'lethargy' that kept one from doing basic tasks. It was bone-deep and presumably unaffected by the caffeine she wasn't allowed to have anyway.
Now that she was in her second trimester it wasn't quite as bad, but she still couldn't bring herself to do even half the bare minimum chores. She ate only because the baby needed her to. Too bad the baby didn't care if she got her laundry done. She moved some of it aside to clear a spot on the couch to sit. It was already covered in cat hair.
"What did your OBGYN tell you?" he asked, getting right to the point. He managed to find a spot as well, gingerly setting her knitting needles and baby pink yarn aside. "We were just there last week."
"My appointment wasn't with my OB. It was with a cardiologist."
"Alright, what did your cardiologist say? Is the pregnancy too taxing?"
"It wasn't my cardiologist." She wasn't trying to be obstinate with him, for once. She just wanted to keep putting off saying the words. "It was Isla's."
He stilled. "Isla... has a pediatric cardiologist?"
She nodded, tears instantly brimming her eyes despite how hard she tried to remain calm. "They say she'll should probably be fine, but she has a hole in her heart!" she choked out. She wasn't sure he'd even heard what she said before his arms were around her, rocking her, shushing her. She needed to get it all out, though. "She'll probably grow out of it and live a normal life but only time will tell if it will get more serious than that. She might need surgery as an baby. Heart surgery, for the hole in Isla's heart..."
He pulled back without letting her go. "They said 'should probably be fine'?"
Des hesitated, trying to recall all they'd said while she had sat numbly in the hospital room, but that was more or less how they'd worded it. She nodded. "Yeah. Here." She reached over to the coffee table and flipped open the folder that had been waiting on the coffee table for him. The heading read 'VSD -- Ventricular septal defect'. "There's a bunch of info in here about it, and the notes I took. I guess it's fairly common. Once a week they'll bring me in for an NST and bimonthly ultrasounds, which is more common than usual, so they can keep an eye on it. And she'll need to be seen by the cardiologist the day she's born; he'll come to the hospital. And then we just go from there depending on how things look I guess."
"And you? How are you feeling?"
She hugged herself, huffing a sigh. "I'm fine. Sad. Scared."
He moved towards her, but she plopped the folder in his lap instead; she knew he would want to go through it, and didn't want him to feel forced to comfort her instead.
He kept a hand on her knee as he read, though, as if to keep her from moving. She allowed it only because she was feeling too lazy to get up, anyway. She settled for calling Perl over to her so she could pet her.
He was nodding when he closed the folder. "Well... It sounds like you're doing everything you can for now. There's only one copy of these, correct?"
Of course he'd want to take her paperwork home with him. "Uh, yeah, but I can bring it to work and make another..."
"No, it's okay. I can do my own research." He stood. "With any luck the hole will close before she's born."
"And without any she'll need surgery as soon as she's born..."
He caught her elbow to keep her from moving away. "It will not come to that," he said with his usual unwarranted confidence. "And... Thank you, for letting me know."
"Of course. I'm not going to keep something like that from her father."
"I know this is hard on you. You can come to me with anything you need, you know, Des. Not just with the baby."
"Sure." She starred at her feet as she led him to the front door.
She opened the door, then ended up leaning against it while he hesitated. Okay, now it was awkward. What kind of asshole dragged their feet at a time like this?
He looked like he was thinking, and she waited for him to say something... and waited...
And gave up. He clearly needed more time. "Actually, since you mentioned it... I don't have enough energy to do laundry and make myself dinner tonight, and what kind of mother goes commando while pregnant? Do you... want to order us something? Delivery? I can pay for it."
He smiled. "It's on me."
He didn't hesitate making his way back into her living room, leaving her leaning at the door still.
"Can you also clean the catbox? Lace will only do it once a week..."
