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Trespasser Spoiler (Our headcanon)
Solas Positive: Solas gets asked for her hand in marriage.
Some datamined stuff from the patch were released. If you’ve seen them, there could be a beach party wedding. Fandom is currently very tense about the recent spoilers so we wanted to be considerate.
By Rabbitdraw
Vhenantrash Nights: The Greatest Solavellen Fanfic Ever, or Plundering the Jewels of Ancient Arlathan Written by the Vhanentrash Collective
Solas crept into the luxurious party tent, the gilded burgundy bunting undulating in the wind. The entirety of Skyhold’s population was housed underneath the massive structure, celebrating their victory against the invading Altmer. A heady mix of sex, ale, and relief permeated the space. His nostrils flared, drinking it in. But he couldn’t be distracted. Not when he need to find her.
With renewed determination, he sniffed again, searching for her earthy sandalwood and leather scent, like a wolf on the prowl. What was that? he thought, thrusting his nose back and forth through the air. The unmistakable scent of “Wings of Valor,” the cologne made by Grey Wardens for Grey Wardens: share the glory™ flooded his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Blackwall staring at him like, “What the hell, man?” Solas straightened his shoulders and slipped back into the crowd. He had to remind himself that he must keep the beast within at all times.
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Corypheus Goes to The Deli
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Scott - 16 years old, works part-time at the deli counter and just needs some cash for college. Only worked of a week. Has braces. Is in the school marching band. He plays tuba. His mom drives him to work. He’s friends with Jim, a lifer at the grocery store.
Jim - 40 years old, stuttering guard from the game. In love with a girl who works at the deli.
Corypheus - Immortal. Getting ready for the Architect’s annual Memorial Day BBQ. He’s STRESSED OUT. The Architect must have everything JUST SO.
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Vhenantrash Nights: The Greatest Solavellen Fanfic Ever, or Plundering the Jewels of Ancient Arlathan Written by the Vhanentrash Collective
Solas crept into the luxurious party tent, the gilded burgundy bunting undulating in the wind. The entirety of Skyhold’s population was housed underneath the massive structure, celebrating their victory against the invading Altmer. A heady mix of sex, ale, and relief permeated the space. His nostrils flared, drinking it in. But he couldn’t be distracted. Not when he need to find her.
With renewed determination, he sniffed again, searching for her earthy sandalwood and leather scent, like a wolf on the prowl. What was that? he thought, thrusting his nose back and forth through the air. The unmistakable scent of “Wings of Valor,” the cologne made by Grey Wardens for Grey Wardens: share the glory™ flooded his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Blackwall staring at him like, “What the hell, man?” Solas straightened his shoulders and slipped back into the crowd. He had to remind himself that he must keep the beast within at all times.
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Santa’s so cool.
Best wishes Lavellan. థ_థ
by Rabbitdraw
SOLAS IS EVERYWHERE. IN EVERYTHING. IF YOU BELIEVE. xoxo, vhenantrash xoxoxo
Scott - Corypheus’ new best friend. Former Deli Worker. Mom made him quit because it was getting in the way of band practice. Scott has braces and a lisp. His costume – A Grey Warden
Corypheus/Architect: Their costume: The Maker and Andraste. The Architect is very serious about the concept of this costume, and once again is STRESSING CORYPHEUS OUT!
Jim (not pictured): Former-manager of the Deli is having a Halloween Party. He has invited Scott and a plus one. Costume: Tevinter Magister–he got the costume out of a bag at his local super-store.
Scene:
Corypheus watches as Scott walks up to the festively decorated house. “Don’t worry, Corypheuth!” the small boy says brightly, “Thith will be fun!”
“It might do us some good to get out. I did have these fabrics specially ordered from Rivain,” notes the Architect smoothing down his blonde wig. “I do hope they like my marzipan pumpkin petit-fours. It’s an ancient Orlesian recipe, from those golden days when they lived under Tevinter’s shadow.”
Corypheus steps onto the porch and looks around at the cheap crepe paper and rubber bat decorations in disgust, “Be this some dream I wake from?” He whirls in a semi-circle, swiping at cheap hangings meant to resemble spider webs. “Am I in dwarven lands?!”
Jim steps forward to greet his guests, smile bright and easy. He smoothes down his magister robes.
“You!” Corypheus points one long, erotic talon in Jim’s direction. “Serve you at the Temple of Dumat?” As Corypheus’s voice booms through the room, Jim knows. He knows. His face locks in a rictus of terror. That fateful day at the deli flashes before his eyes. He’s sweating so much he can feel one half of his fake mustache slip off his lip.
“These decorations! They will avail you nothing! You, in the paltry magister outfit!” Corypheus points at Jim. “Do you dare to oppose my divine will! Whoever you be, you owe fealty to the Pontifex Maximus of Dumat. On your knees!! All of you!
“Perhaps, before the kneeling, you might want to sample my seasonal apertifs?” The Architect says, trying to defuse the situation a bit.
Jim, opens the door wider. “Maker, per-per-per-serve me.”
“I am your Maker now!” booms Corypheus.
“Don’t worry, Jim! Thith will be a fun night,” Scott smiles as Corypheus wails in the background.
Art by @slayerofkillabee
Words by @magister-amoris and @i-am-medea (in spiritus)
My vagina isn’t ambiguous.
by rabbitdraw
S-Senpai Hahren is not alone, he has you.
By Rabbitdraw
Trespasser Spoiler (Our headcanon)
Solas Positive: Solas gets asked for her hand in marriage.
Some datamined stuff from the patch were released. If you’ve seen them, there could be a beach party wedding. Fandom is currently very tense about the recent spoilers so we wanted to be considerate.
By Rabbitdraw
Thank the elven gods for Trespasser dlc, I’ve been waiting for Solas.
By Rabbitdraw
It’s as painful as being lvl 4 in the hinterlands then crossing the river into lvl12 territory.
by Rabbitdraw
Inquisitor Kenny Powers
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rockcandytrash decided to take Blackwall with her to the Deep Roads for the Descent DLC and he reacted…exactly as she expected. Apparently, the game doesn’t really recognize where you are in the story with Blackwall, so if you’re post-Thom Ranier reveal, Blackwall’s more Warden-esque comments seem to indicate that Blackwall has a pretty tenuous grasp on reality once he gets down there. In true vhenantrash fashion, we head-canon that he has a bit of a breakdown a la Anders(Legacy DLC) in the Deep Roads. He is. A WARDEN!
slayerofkillabee - wonderfully illustrated this moment(also bonus griffon shaped chest hair)
Aesthetic - Evelyn Trevelyan ( 👑 ) (by glitterotti)
Who can know the true heart of a leader? What of the complete sacrifice of self, those precious things discarded? She sheds her titles in the name of the greater good and takes up the mantle of the crumbling faith. If the Maker hears her prayers, He sends no sign–and yet she still prays for one, unwavering, her belief the guide He never sees fit to provide. Languid days strolled along the rich shores of Ostwick, shining nights danced away in gowns of finest silk, she carves away these memories, a benevolent amputation.
To become a champion of the people, she sends back her father’s ring and becomes Trevelyan only in name.
It’s like you want to see the Dread wolf again but always wake up with disappointment.
by RabbitDraws