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[apostatehobolife]

(I just found this blog and I absolutely love it.)

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[thevikingwoman]

Iwyn Lavellan and Solas “Where’s my shirt?”

Thank you! This inspired me to write some more ot3, I hope you don’t mind. For @dadrunkwriting.

Ellana belongs to @buttsonthebeach, and Revasan (mentioned) to @galadrieljones. 

Ellana Lavellan x Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | Modern AU | Romancerating: teen, ot3, non-related lavellans, alcohol mention, dreams, kisses, fluff

Possibilities

“Solas – sorry, were you still sleeping?”

“Yes,” he mumbles. He is not asleep in more, so he opens one eye. Iwyn is at the end of his bed, half dressed.

“Where is my shirt?”

“I don’t know?” He doesn’t quite remember when they undressed last night or where the clothes went. He sits up and looks around the room. He spots a green shirt on the chair.

“Is it this one?” He holds it up.

“Nope, that is Ellana’s.”

“Can’t you wear it instead of yours?”

It is far too early for him to be up, and he clutches the blanket to his chest. He doesn’t want to let go of the warmth.

Ellana enters the room, naked and beautiful, her skin flush from a shower.

“Nope, I need that. Sorry, I can’t help you look, I got a meeting in, shit, 20 min.”

He hands her the shirt, and she quickly dresses, while Iwyn still looks for her own clothes. They didn’t mean to stay, but it got late. At least they are close enough to have a basic toiletries here. Maybe he should clear a drawer, or two, but he doesn’t have enough space, really. Maybe…

“Goodbye, vhenan.” Ellana leans down kisses him, brief and hard. She rubs her neck as she pulls back. “You bed is really too small, Solas.”

Iwyn laughs and agrees.

“Goodbye, vhenan,” Ellana tells Iwyn, and kisses her. Then she is out the room and out the door.

“I really need to leave too. I can’t wear nothing meeting my boss.”

“Ah yes, you told me he is in town. Now, does this mean I will not see you tomorrow? Will you be hiding in your bed all day?”

He can’t help but tease, given the massive hangover Iwyn had last time Revasan and her had a business meeting.

“Hopefully he will not be drinking at a 10am meeting. And I’m not going to try and keep up with him, ever again.”

Solas chuckles, and gets up to help her look in earnest. Her shirt is not in the hallway, or the kitchen, or in the living room either.

“Can I borrow one of your button-downs?” Iwyn asks at last.

“Of course,” he says, and finds one. One of his favorites, soft and light blue.

Iwyn rolls up the sleeves and knots it at the side, and it looks like the shirt was hers, like the size of it is entirely on purpose. It is still his shirt, though, and he likes that more than he admits.

He pulls her to him, and kisses her. Her wants her closer, he wants to peel off the shirt she just put on. He kisses her jaw, her throat.

“Solas – I have to go. Sorry. I’ll be late.”

“You both have too early mornings.”

“We can’t all be carefully plotting so our work doesn’t start until noon.”

He shrugs. He likes to start his days slow, to have time to stay in the fade.

“Goodbye, vhenan, have fun at your meeting,” he says.

“I will see you tomorrow, or maybe tonight? Bye, ma lath.” Iwyn kisses his cheek and hurries out the door.

His apartment is quiet now, with both of them gone. He contemplates going back to bed, but decides against it, going to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast instead.

It is strange, how his place is too small for three people, but yet feels so empty without them. Not long ago it was quiet and perfect, and lonely. Now, there is dishes he didn’t use, washed (but not dried) left on the kitchen table. Three toothbrushes in his bathroom, and he knows his favorite shirt will end up in a different home. He loves both Ellana and Iwyn deeply, more than he thought possible.

Their life is spread out though, and he looks at the things they have left here – Ellana’s favorite coffee, Iwyn’s tea he doesn’t touch. He thinks of the sketchbook that probably is at Ellana’s place, the book he was in the middle of that he left at Iwyn’s.

Solas wonders what it would be like to have it all in the same place. A large apartment. With a big enough bed, so no one gets a crink in their neck. A small house maybe, with room for them all, and a garden too. He wants to ask, but how? He can’t imagine living without them both, but he isn’t even sure they want to give up their own lives, their own places. What if they think him too forward? What if they want to keep it more casual?

And yet –

Solas smiles, and thinks of the future, and all its possibilities.

[tk-duveraun]

Oc psych ask meme for Fox: 3,17, 21, 27

3: Does your OC behave differently around different people, if so with whom and how?

He acts how he thinks people either expect or want him to act. So around Inquisitor Mead, for example, he is polite, kind and says all of the right things and agrees with him… And then immediately turns around and does whatever he thinks is best.

17: Does your OC suffer from any mental health issues?

He still has unreasonable anxiety over cold snaps and Frost magic. He’s a little over-concerned with his imminent death, but otherwise he’s really good, considering.

21: Does your OC hurt others often intentionally? If yes, how?

Not quite often, but more than you would expect from reading the stories on him. How so? Because the stories only involve how he treats people he respects or views as an equal or close to. He does not care about the agency or personal desires of anyone else and tends to trample over that which upsets them.

27: Does your OC practise any kind of escapism? If yes, what kind?

When he charms animals it basically puts his brain on mute, but that also sort of happens when he sees a lot of cute animals anyway, so yes, but not really to turn his brain off, more because he just likes cute animals, but maybe that’s because it turns his brain off? Who knows.

Ask your own here.

[dadrunkwriting]

Hey how do i join in on this weeks Drunk DA Writing? (I havent been able to make it due to work but might be able to make it this week and i was curious)

Hi! 

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Let them know you want to be included, and let them know your intended prompt list or phrase. Your timezone is helpful too. You will be added to the headcount posts that go out Friday. 

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[briarfox13]

OC fact swap: Circle!Velatha only survived The Kirkwall Circle because she buried herself in her studies as a form of escapism. She's a bigger nerd than Solas but hides it.

I’d agree with her!! Studying is the best =D Aww I want to give her a big hug! I love hearing all about Velatha in all her forms!

Zephyr, my Solasmancer is the opposite, she can’t actually read or write! After watching her parents die at the hands of humans, she became very angry and withdrawn and didn’t on with her clan, so she never learnt. 

A her and Solas grow closer he teaches her to read and gives her writing lessons =) 

[tk-duveraun]

Time machine + 🎧 for my muse Alyan meeting yours

“Velatha? What are-”

“Shhh.” Velatha gestured through the foliage.

 A human boy, he looked about their age, was standing in an otherwise empty clearing. He had a polearm in one hand and the other was held up unnaturally for someone simply standing around. 

“Our halla are that way,” Velatha whispered, her voice low enough to be lost to the wind. “That shem is going to bring the rest of them down on us.”

“Okay, let’s scare him off, then. If he thinks there’s a wolf here he’ll run for safety.”

“We can’t take that chance,” Velatha replied. The end of her staff started to glow with magic.

“What? No. We can’t just kill him. He’s innocent!”

“He’s a shem. He’s not innocent,” his sister replied.

“We have to be better than-” Alyan said before his sister shushed him again.

“It’s too late, he’s seen one of the halla,” Velatha whisper.

As Alyan watched, one of the halla approached the boy with hesitant steps. Now that the siblings were silent, they could hear that the boy was... speaking gibberish? Given the cut of his clothes, it might have been Tevene, but it definitely sounded like gibberish. And the more the boy spoke, the more interested the halla became in him until finally it butted its head against his bare palm.

The boy then looked delighted. He knelt down and gently stroked the animal, scratching around its horns and feeding it treats from his hand.

A bizarre shem indeed. Eventually, the boy tied a ribbon loosely around the halla’s neck. One end of it was tied around a scroll of paper. The boy then spoke to the animal in trade. “Okay. I know you’re clever. Don’t lose this. Your clan has to run. The Knight-Captain found evidence of ice mines and is going to raid the forest for apostates.”

Alyan reached over and lowered his sister’s staff. “And if we’d killed him, we never would have known.”

On the way back to the aravels Velatha muttered about finding the note on the boy’s body, but Alyan let it go. He’d made the right decision.

[sparatus]

Character Bingo! Councilor Sparatus <3

YESSSSSS MY GRANDPA. MY SPECIAL GUY <3

ierian sparatus

aka, the only character who matters to me actually let me tell you about his entire backstory and family and emotional connections to things and--

i specifically mean my fanon for him. i am his defense attorney his biographer and his family historian. general fanon is incorrect and full of freaks.