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Alistair Week will begin September 7th and run through the 13th!

Prompts may be combined or interpreted in any way you like, get creative! Use the tags #alistairweek and/or #alistairweek2025 so we can share your creations.

See our rules/guidelines here and FAQ here.

September 7th: Firsts

Whether it's a first love, his first time in the Fade, or even his first time drinking, show us whatever the many firsts in Alistair's life inspire in you!

September 8th: What Might Have Been

Bring out your AUs and imaginations! What if Alistair's life had gone differently? The possibilities are endless.

September 9th: Reunion

We can see Alistair reunite with a lover, his family, perhaps even an old friend. Whether it's a joyous reunion or something more complicated is up to you!

September 10th: Free Day

The choice is yours on this day! Show us your Alistair love in whatever form you choose.

September 11th: Childhood

From his birth to his time in Redcliffe to the monastery at Bournshire, Alistair's childhood is full of experiences to explore. Or perhaps he has children of his own that you'd like to include. All things childhood are fair play on this day!

September 12th: Sacrifice

Whether it's the ultimate sacrifice or something more mundane, what role has sacrifice played in the life of our beloved Warden?

September 13th: Victory

In war, victory. This day is all about victories, big or small. Let's go out on a high note and celebrate!

We can't wait to see what you create!

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Reblogging because I’m still enamoured with this 🥰

Meeting on the turret stairs

For @opal-apparition ’s Oathbreaker

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I didn’t think giving the companions gifts would make me sad but between Alistair’s “you remembered what I said? No body has ever listened to me before 🥺” when you give him the amulet, Zevran and Morrigans “nobody has ever given me a gift before surely you must want something in return”, and Alastair’s astonished “for me? Really? Wow” when my warden gave him ale that cost 2 copper and had been sitting in her bag for days it’s really like damn. Are you guys good?

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Solas progress update~

Am i procrastinating drawing the armor??? Most definitely...

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three fools does not make a wise man i fear

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A Solavellan AU where Lavellan is a shy Librarian and Solas is a jaded author/scholar and they meet at a library signing and immediately have a Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy dynamic??

Not that I've given it much thought or anything...

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Here’s a gorgeous rendering of Solas and Ara by the lovely and insanely talented @silkanide. It’s so soft and sweet - I’m obsessed 😍

It’s a companion piece to my story Love Grows Where My Lavellan Goes…the next two chapters if which I’ll be working on this weekend!

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May the Dread Wolf take you.

Here are some Solas sketches I've done over the past few days whenever I needed a breather from a bigger piece I'm working on.

On that note, it'll most likely be a while before my next full piece because I do have a somewhat complicated and prioritized project in the works but I may still be posting occasional sketches and lower energy drawings that I do to avoid burnout. 🫶🏻

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(on my hands and knees) please when can we expect the next chapter of oathbreaker… it’s so perfect i need it…. (positive)

Your Grace, I beg you hold fast a little longer! Be strong! I set quill to parchment even now, though the coming weeks find me much upon the road with travels of business and duties that grant me scarce a moment for such creative labors. Yet I strive to bring forth the next part of the telling for "Oathbreaker" ere the month’s end or soon after, should the fates allow.

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[Fic] That Year at Arlathan University - Ch. 26: Bellanaris* (Finale)

The last couple of weeks have made the sprint to this final goal harder than I thought it would be. See, I started this fanfiction back in January of this year, mostly as a joke in response to a handful of hilarious doodles by @sky-blue-siha on the Fen’Harem server. I thought it was going to just be a series of silly, comedic vignettes and one-off jokes for fun and maybe a little bit of literary exercise.

Then, somehow, this fucking plot slapped me upside the head and demanded it receive my full attention. Half a year later, here we are—at the end of a long, strange journey with a group of alternative universe (alternate university?) characters that I’ve grown to love, a cracked new ship that has me in a death grip, and a final word count over 135,000 that makes up more than 70% of my current total content on my AO3 account.

What the hell, Solas, this is very clearly your fault in particular.

The difficulty came in wanting to get things right, but I realized (along with some encouragement and help from my friends at the Fen’Harem) that my instincts were always right. People have kept reading this because I’ve kept writing it and they see or at least enjoy the same vision I do. Once I stopped worrying about getting it perfect, it all just fit into place.

I’ve never committed to a project like this or finished writing something this long in my life. It’s taught me a lot of things, like how I actually am capable of finishing a creative project, where my strengths and weaknesses lie in my writing, that it’s perfectly acceptable and actually kinda healthy for me to write smut, and finally that I had lost sight of exactly how passionate I truly am about writing. And I will keep writing—both fanfiction and exploring my own personal stuff, because now, I know I can do it. And if I ever doubt that I can do it again, I can look back on this weird, wonderful journey and remind myself that I have the proof it’s possible.

Okay, anyway, enough introspection. Have some elves kissing, fucking, and talking about their future. There’s one last thing I’ll post next week (just going on a quick vacation and want to make sure I’ve made my finishing touches). It’ll be a short epilogue roughly 2.5-3k in length that covers where I think I’d go if I decided to pick these weirdos back up again in the future.

Preview below the cut and full chapter on AO3.

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Finally, summer had arrived. Ellana was thankful for the warmth on her skin as she took what had now become her daily afternoon walk through campus. Sleep was becoming more difficult by the day; the Anchor wore on her in every manner. It was physically taxing to use and maintain, it had painful flare ups that were become more unpredictable and frequent, and she resented it for the increasing weight on her soul at every reverent nod and deferential “Inquisitor” thrown her way.

She grew quickly to hate the title, though she understood the need for it. Leliana had masterfully woven a clever solution amid the chaos.

Her responsibilities felt endless. She was expected in Chantry delegation meetings, veritable war rooms where international politics were discussed and manipulated. The disaster that had occurred on campus impacted every faction who held an investment in the school. Everyone wanted to know the truth and what the future would hold.

Everyone also wanted it to be in their favor.

The official story the Chantry submitted was that, in her hour of need, the Inquisitor had been blessed by Andraste herself with the power to stabilize the Breach. While Ellana had agreed to become Inquisitor, the suggestion that she was some Herald of Andraste felt wrong, and she did her best to delicately sidestep and not offend when asked about her religious station. The various shemlen nations and the majority of media outlets were content to accept such dogma as fact.

The elves, particularly of Arlathan, knew better.

“You can’t hide from them forever, Solas,”

Once she had arrived to the recently reopened Haven Hall, she was unsurprised to find her beloved with his forehead firmly planted on the surface of his desk. He had tossed his glasses far enough that they teetered on the edge of the surface and, from what she could tell, he was literally heads down in a stack of inquiries and requests from the Veil Jumper Preservation Society.

The initial proposal had come in weeks ago, a plea for him to adopt his mantle of Fen’Harel more publicly and lead the charge in course-correcting the records of elvish history. Solas had been steadfast in ignoring these requests by leveraging his teaching burdens as an excuse.

It was a thin excuse and they both knew it.

Continue reading on AO3.

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Solas: I sense an artifact of my people

Inquisitor: I sense a bottle of booze I need to drink

They both have their priorities and I appreciate that

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Vibes

I was tagged by @callme-becks ! <3

The rules are simple: go to Pinterest, search “your name + core”, post six pictures, and tag six people.

Unsurprisingly, 'OpalApparition' core was filled with lush abstract sparkle goodness:

How'd these pictures of me get on the internet? Weird. I'm tagging: @theriothag, @dayntee, @psykergirl, @tulipathy, @luzial, @gefionne !

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Solas │ Fen'Harel

Just my recent lil sketchies. Into act 3 of Inquisition now, having a blast💛

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latest fanfics

Rules: Post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

I was tagged by the coolest @dayntee and @theriothag and I took way too long to start putting this together, but thank you so so so much, both of you!! <3

1. XX. Judgement (Reversed) [ T | Dragon Age | solavellan | one-shot ]

A more insightful man could have looked back and pinned the point of no return from her. A wiser one might have even stopped himself short of it. Perhaps a stroke of luck could also have saved him, some minuscule chip of circumstance refusing to thread its bead onto the rope of his reality, letting it weave on and on and away and ahead, life stretching before him infinitely lighter for that missed look or unheard word or unfelt sigh. Infinitely heavier. Fate dangling down into the incomprehensible unknown, like the curve of a question mark, and she – loose, lovely and lost to him, could punctuate it from underneath. A dot to the line of his existence, small and infinite with purpose.

2. XVIII. The Moon [ E | Dragon Age | solavellan | chapterfic ]

The aftermath of their first kiss was frantic and chaotic, like the fluttering of wings as summer birds landed home in time for spring. It had lifted something up in her, but it had also passed as quickly as it had started. Luella only had the vague feeling of self-assuredness and the faint echo of a hot tongue thrust inside her mouth to guide her through the solid form of If I could take a little time to think. Walking an endless hallway, waiting for a door to unlock from the other side. She knew how to wait, she knew how to wait, she knew how to wait. She would have him take all the time he would need.

3. XIX. The Sun [ E | Dragon Age | solavellan | one-shot ]

The quiet glade she’d found for them stretched around him, grass soft beneath his feet. Sunlight trickled down, rustling the leaves in the forest nearby, gently stroking each petal of the wildflowers about, warm on his skin. It was early afternoon when they arrived and left their little cart in the shade, freeing their horses to roam. Nothing but halla could disturb them here, they had seen nothing but halla for miles. Perhaps a few nugs. Luella had given him a rare treat in the weeks leading up to this, letting him witness the gentle way she’d wrapped her advisors around her fingers, like strands of hair she was about to braid. No one had questioned her, although Solas had known quite quickly there had been plenty to question. The unfamiliar list of items she’d requested of Leliana, the small scouting mission she’d asked of Cullen, the clearing of her schedule she’d worked from Josephine. The Inquisition missing its Inquisitor for close to a week.

4. XV. The Devil [ E | Dragon Age | solavellan | one-shot ]

Winter had pressed her last certain day on earth into an impossibly short ordeal, the sun having risen some time before lunch and set some time after, with no rays peering over the mountainous entombment of Skyhold, no warmth to touch her face. The grounds had been covered in a blanket of silence broken only by the buzz of hands moving, of work being done. All eyes had looked down, all mouths had danced around speaking their farewells, as if giving them breath would somehow solidify some morose future. Boots shuffled through the mud in the wet snow. The servant girls washed the entrance of the main hall constantly, pointlessly. Luella had plastered her face into the thick mask of bravery before she’d even brushed her hair that morning, lest someone saw the desolate landscape that lay behind. Her palm throbbed dully, constantly, the anchor wrapping between her fingers like a lining to her glove, like a toothache dipped in silk.

I haven't hit anywhere close to 10 separate pieces, sorry!! I did write some fanfiction before solavellan, but all of it is very old and all of it was h*rry p*tter and thus now privated, since I don't want to support the source for the hopefully obvious reasons.

The order is the same as in the series I'm writing, which is to say: chronological for the story, not for the order of writing! So quality will vary (hehe) (i forbid myself from rewrites)

Thank you again so much for tagging me!!! This game has been such a blessing for my dashboard, my TBR has grown with so many beautiful fics <3 <3 <3

I'll tag ten people with no care for double-tagging, but to anyone reading this: most of them HAVE been tagged before, so please consider yourself tagged AS WELL. this never works but i always mean it. pls. help me cheat the system and tag eleven (or twelve! or thirteen!) Ping ping: @chronicsolasapologist, @contessaxchaos, @elynnism, @bitch-queen-of-angmar (mimmi i am SO SERIOUS), @crittadownunder (same goes to you, critta, i will haunt you), @liberaquantobasta-catossa, @kithsana, @alice-dead, @psykergirl, @christinabindon !!! hope to see you in my notifs soon

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Trillium and Pride Knight

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he's 'too pretty to die' and this is why he's an unkillable gayass of the series. king

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Just wanted to share that I love all the medieval AU’s you’ve been doing recently! Also the tags you use after “pre-marital kissing” (the sluts) (the scandal) Made me giggle.

I was curious what is your favorite AU to indulge in?

Firstly thank you so much and genuinely it makes me so happy that you’re enjoying the 3 historical WIPs I have going on - they’ve each been such an indulgent and fun thing for me to write for different reasons, and I’m really happy other people are finding joy in them too. And I’m glad you’re laughing!! 😆 originally I was also planning including a few more tags along the lines of #UnglovedHandholding and #BareAnkles but the tags were starting to get away from me…

Of the 3 I have now, A Matter of Pride being Regency and Oathbreaker/A Crown of Laurels being Medieval, it’s hard to pick a favourite. The Regency era is fun to write because of the strict societal structure that I have to play in which makes for a really dramatic sandbox; I feel like that story is a lot more cerebral with the plot elements with actual politics are coming to play and that’s been a puzzle I’ve enjoyed! My two Medieval stories are definitely more simplistic in terms of plot… but the settings themselves are just… *chefs kiss*, I love writing about the different courts and tournaments and knightly chivalry. Also, the manner of speaking in those is just super fun to write!

I guess to answer your question, I like indulging in my Regency story when I want to challenge myself, and my other two historical stories are more for fun and ‘heehoo fun setting and now kith’ type writing!