Thedaslut

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[thedaslut]

M's writing Masterpost

The inquisitor in Kirkwall (ficlet, set between the events of Inquisition and Trespasser)

Pride and Peace (ficlet, spirit au)

Post-VG Solavellan (ficlet)

A Magic Touch (ficlet, mature)

Longing for Home (fic, time-travel au)

He Would Tell Her (ficlet, solavellan)

Dosan'man (ficlet, solavellan)

A Song for Vhenan (song lyrics, solavellan)

[deadlovedonoteat]

everything about solavellan makes me gag. the implied conversations ("haven is familiar. it will always be important to you" "we talked about that already"). the casual touches that imply a comfort and familiarity that only so many other casual touches could build (the hand on the small of the inquisitor's back at the winter palace, the hand holding in crestwood). solas' slightly gleeful tone when he retorts at sera for teasing them about their relationship ("only one of us is looking sad and foolish, sera"). the hints of how obvious their relationship is by their companions ("i've seen the way you look at him" / "have certain lingering looks passed between you and our solas?"). solas tongue-kissing inky and getting embarrassed about it when teased ("i did no such thing!"). the! implied! sex! slash sleeping together, joking about getting each other into bed, the "i would not lie with you under false pretences" of it all. the respect and tenderness they continue to address each other with even after crestwood. even after ten years apart. the yearning in their kisses. the yearning in his veilguard letter. the eagerness from both sides to understand, the curiosity about what sort of person their counterpart is to make them feel the way that they do — to make them feel that everything changed. put me out of my misery pleaaase pleeeeaaaaseeeee

[thessaralka]

The only thing Solas has ever enjoyed in his life was kissing Lavellan on the lips

[thedaslut]

when you're doing arts and crafts with nibblings and got a little leftover paint so you draw Him in his youthful pre-empire glory

[vhen-harel]

Solas canonically creates murals dedicated to the Inquisitor and their actions.

Murals that came alive with regret.

Murals that he recreates again in his Lighthouse.

In a place where the Caretaker resides, a place that provides its inhabitants needs and comfort.

(What if Solas didn't recreate the murals himself? What if the Lighthouse did?)

[thedaslut]

-wakes up in cold sweat- The Inquisitor probably ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time because they heard the Divine scream for help, leading to them touching the orb, forever changing them physically and setting them on the path of depersonilization. Solas became mortal because Mythal asked him to help the People, taking a physical form and beginning his path of becoming a symbol. They both started on their path because someone asked for help, and they couldn't resist helping

[maia-beans]

Weisshaupt mission was insane I still think about it ghghghhg

[thedaslut]

tfw you want to write that fanfic but you got 20+ pages worth of notes about it and you know it is going to be a longfic with heavy themes and you're just not sure you're up for it

[bogunicorn]

veilguard good

[thedaslut]

I think, both because and despite so much, Veilguard may have been the most important game experience I've had in years. I'm so glad I got to play it.

[elvhenprince]

Did the first elves (solas, mythal etc) have belly buttons

yes

no

Voting ended onOct 9, 2025

[thedaslut]

Behold. The ancient elf.

[thedaslut]

What if Solas got swole before VG because Lavellan kept grabbing his tit when kissing him in Inquisition and he hoped giving her more to grab would help his chances?

[elfbotanist]

[refrainee]

What a Bliss

[postcardsfromheapside]

There's literally no excuse to be shitting on the devs after this. There's no excuse to be making self-aggrandizing posts about how the devs “could have made something out of” some dumbass detail or other that edgy posters like to pick on. There's no excuse to be complaining about how DATV wasn't what you wanted, and how some writer or other hated a character, or point fingers because you personally feel like your cheerios were pissed in.

There never was, but the continued confessions of the conditions they were under, EA's general behavior, and the fact that in the end we got a game that is as mechanically smooth, visually beautiful, and emotionally affecting as it is, is nothing short of a miracle, and a testament to how much they did actually deeply care. They all put an incredible amount of work into this. And then got wrung out by their workplace and “fans” alike.

[vhen-harel]

The story of Lavellan and Solas tickles my Tolkien-influenced love for fantasy. It falls into the category of Beren and Lúthien - a love story that, by all real-world logic, is absolutely batshit insane. And yet, placed within the mythic frame of fantasy, it fits perfectly. It belongs there. These are the kinds of stories that only make sense in a world comfortable with myths, legends, ancient beings, monsters, supernatural war and absurdity - where love doesn’t follow rules, it transcends them.

That’s what I love: the illogical. Because love isn’t logical. For every argument I’ve seen that says it “makes no sense” for Lavellan and Solas to fall in love over the course of Inquisition, or that waiting that many years to be together is unrealistic. I sit back and laugh. Really? Love needs a timeline? In a fantasy?

Beren took one look at Lúthien dancing and fell irrevocably in love - and Lúthien was all in too. They didn’t take three years to build a foundation of trust and talk about boundaries or what they saw in each other. Their version of courtship was joining forces to battle literal evil so they could earn the right to be together. It was reckless, wild, insane, illogical and absolutely delicious. 

Lavellan and Solas hit that same mythic nerve for me. Their story - two people drawn together across time, fate, and existential stakes - feels like something out of The Silmarillion.

I don’t need these stories of love and pain and tragedy and trauma and desire to be logical in the real-world sense. It was never meant to be. Like all mythological love stories, it speaks to something eternal, irrational, and luminous.

There are themes and tropes woven through Lavellan and Solas’ story that utterly captivate me. And it’s partly to do with the fact that their love story isn't a comfortable one. It asks something of you. It asks you to reconcile contradiction: love and betrayal, hope and despair, violence and tenderness, destiny and choice, love as performance vs love as presence.

I’ve uncovered themes and archetypes that fit perfectly in this world of fantasy and discovered new ones in conversations with fellow Solas and Lavellan lovers as well. Here’s my attempt to weave some of those tropes and themes together. 

Their story carries what I like to call the Tolkien Effect: elven atmosphere where immortals and mortals fall in love and brave inconceivable odds just to be together. It’s the story of a man tormented by the choice between duty and love - Solas’ self-imposed responsibility to mend the world demands that he sacrifice his heart, while Lavellan’s bond with him is forged within that very conflict. He stands as the tragic anti-hero: prideful, guilt-ridden, withdrawing into self-destructive isolation because he’s convinced only he can set things right. She, meanwhile, plays Beauty to his Beast - seeing the fractured soul beneath the would-be destroyer and, by loving him, becoming the mirror that reflects his lost humanity. In classic fashion, they are star-crossed lovers - she's a mortal leader of the present, he's an immortal haunted by his past. Their timelines are misaligned, their love a sacrifice in the face of fate.

Their relationship goes from prejudice to passion. At first, Solas sees Lavellan as a biased curiosity - a product of a world he resents. But curiosity gives way to respect, respect deepens into desire, and desire transforms into a love so overwhelming it must be cloaked in restraint. He tries to resist her, but she becomes a gravitational force pulling him into an orbit he can't break.

Here, love becomes existential salvation or existential disruption. Lavellan offers Solas something terrifying: a path out of the endless cycle of destruction. It's a chance to choose life and yet instead he chooses to run from it, fleeing the love that might transform his path.

He tries to let her go, believing he must shield her from the darkness he carries. But he's the immortal who can't let go. He visits her dreams. Writes to her. Remembers her. Because this is love across time - a mythic bond that survives years, silence, betrayal, and distance. A love that endures even after everything else has fallen.

He's the lonely immortal whose memories stretch back to betrayals no one else can comprehend. Lavellan is shaped in the mold of Tolkien’s quiet heroes - Frodo’s endurance, Aragorn’s purpose, Éowyn’s resolve - meeting unearthly stakes with a resilience that refuses to break, even when love itself feels like punishment.

In the end, wisdom and mercy override vengeance. Lavellan’s forgiveness doesn’t excuse but provides a path to healing. She has taken on the role of mortal muse of the divine. A single, fleeting human heart - fragile, finite - a key that might yet save an ancient, wounded soul. And so great is this ancient being’s pain, so immense the guilt and fear he carries, that it takes a fellowship to save Thedas, to save him - the mortal and immortal working together. And at the end, the star-crossed lovers are reunited, a bittersweet ending as they experienced so much pain to get there. They ascend together into another world, stepping outside the boundaries of Thedas, likely to inspire new legends in the years to come. 

Should I go on? There are more themes and tropes I’ve pulled from this story - more patterns of myth and meaning that keep drawing me back. And now, with the story of Lavellan and Solas together in the Fade, it begs for new narratives, new archetypes, new emotional terrain.

The story isn’t over. It’s only deepening.

[aquamarinemarie]

Frodo: Go back, Sam. I'm going to Mordor alone. Sam: Of course you are. And I'm coming with you! - The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Solas: Where I am going is terrible. Lavellan: It won't be terrible if you're with me. We make this journey together, always. - Dragon Age: The Veilguard

When Lavellan told Solas that he doesn't have to go alone, this scene with Frodo and Sam from The Fellowship of the Ring immediately came to mind. She's not letting him go to hell and back without her - not this time. 😭😭😭😭

[thedaslut]

I have such plans for a time-travel ancient Arlathan AU, I have the whole story in my head. It would be such a tale of longing, recognition, grief and comfort...

if I could just... stop thinking about how much they'd bang if given the chance instead