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Lathbora viran⠀
-Kat Cal⠀
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This is Roughly translated as “the path to a place of lost love,” a longing for a thing one can never really know⠀
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[mistress-wolf-writes-au]

Modern AU Izzie and Abelas Moonlight Romance. Commission by @thedreadwolfswhisper . I know I've said it over and over again but I'm going to say it again. Every time I think "This is it. This piece is my favorite one you've done." You find some way to top that and every time I'm blown away. This is the second piece that has made me hysterically cry for how beautiful and passionate this moment is. The intimacy and the tender way he holds her, the moonlight in the background everything about this is just gorgeous and gives me all of the feels.

Valentine's Day you asked if people wanted a quick sketch of their OC with someone. Since I was already writing about a Cullen and Solas romance I figured why not one with Abelas just for fun. The initial sketch you made had me instantly fall madly in love with them and now I'm writing them together In an alternative universe. Thank you for inspiring me and bringing them to life ❤️ You are the best❤️

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My first commission done!!

Somniari Lavellan for @thedreadwolfswhisper

Thank you for letting me draw her. It was really fun❤️❤️❤️❤️

[altoclefgirl]

The Fade Kiss

🌺Inquisitor Mara Lavellan & Solas🌺

💫Art gifted by @thedreadwolfswhisper of the first kiss between Dreamers.

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In their first kiss in the Fade, flutterings whispered of her greatness. Only an inkling then, and yet his words rung true. You change everything. And since their first kiss, the roar and hunger warred, entranced by her mind and her heart. Someone so remarkably genuine that she made him doubt his course. Her blue eyes brimming in newfound love, a mirror image of his own, who saw him more freely that he dared to see himself. She could be his demise. She could be their savior.

And if anything, in this moment and everlasting, his ancient heart worshipped her.

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Excerpt from Dwell Within Chapter 25: Everlasting

💫Dwell Within is a Dragon Age fanfiction on Archive of Our Own, a mature story of Inquisitor Mara Lavellan’s journey post-Trespasser as a prelude to Dragon Age 4. Themes of hope, redemption, and all the feels. 💗

✨ Ko-Fi: Altoclefgirl | AO3: Altoclefgirl

✨ Insta: Alto.Writes | Twitter: AltoWrites

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23937004

[noire-pandora]

Got tagged by @luzial to use this picrew thanks for the tag, this one is so cute!

As usually, Elluin Lavellan:

And the little sunshine that Miarid is (from Pathfinder:Kingmaker)

tagging: @roguelioness @wardenrainwall @ivegotdimpleswhenismile @in-uthenera-we-wait @blarrghe​ @professorkenric​ @justalittledoty​ @lilac-andgooseberriess​ @thefoxinboots​ @bloodwiseart​ @thedreadwolfswhisper​ (no pressure and please tell me if you don’t want to be tagged anymore!)

[mistress-wolf-writes-au]

I am over the moon with emotions from this beautiful piece by @thedreadwolfswhisper Thank you friend for your amazing support, friendship, and fanart❤️ Please go like her page ❤️

This heart-wrenchingly beautiful moment is inspired by Chapter 5 of "The Sparrow" from my Edwardian era Dragon Age AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27949118/chapters/68449538

Themes of Hope, redemption, love, family, and courage featuring a Cullen and Solas love triangle all the feels and a little bit of smut 😉🥰❤️🖤

Excerpt from Chapter 5 The Wolf 🐺

"In that moment he let his feelings for this young elf cloud his judgment. He should have let her die and claim the orb for himself. But he couldn't do it... This world could never be ready for the veil to drop. The length that the veil had up, only strengthened it. He held her there helpless as the bells went off signaling there was a fire..."

[altoclefgirl]

Basking in Moonlight 🌙

🌺Mara Lavellan & Solas🌺

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“I want to do everything in life with you.”

Mara fell in love with him again each new day, with each encounter, spoken promises, and embraces. Her heart brimmed and swelled in everlasting adoration and devotion. Their love was all consuming, and although they were unaware, the acceptance of their love had a pronounced impact on the fate of Thedas.

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This fanart of Solas & Mara’s radiating love was gifted by the talented and beautiful spirit @thedreadwolfswhisper 💗

Excerpt from my Dragon Age fanfic “Dwell Within” Chapter 23: The Fortress.

Dwell Within is a Dragon Age fanfiction on Archive of Our Own, a mature story of Inquisitor Mara Lavellan’s journey post-Trespasser as a prelude to Dragon Age 4.

Themes of hope, redemption, and all the feels. 💗

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23937004

[mistress-wolf-writes-au]

The Sparrow and The Oak Tree

Commission by the lovely @thedreadwolfswhisper Go Follow Her And Support Her AMAZING Work!

I am in love with this beautiful commission of Izzie Lavellan and Cullen from my Edwardian Era Dragon Age AU. An alternate timeline where Lavellan and Cullen were actually childhood friends. 

Excerpt from Chapter 1 of “The Sparrow”

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mistress_Wolf/pseuds/Mistress_Wolf

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Cullen replied, " I-I...Izzie..." He searched her face. Couldn't find the words. She had left him speechless. She was beginning to look worried though.

Softly and quietly like it was a secret he had been holding on to..."Izzie, I adore you...You know that right?" She visibly relaxed at that. Hoping what she said didn't freak him out. She expected it would take him a moment to respond. He didn't always have a way with words. But this time he did. Her worried expression fell and she smiled at him. "I-I know..."

He cut her off as his right hand quickly found the nape of her neck and pulled her into him. His lips meeting hers. She didn't dare move. She had hoped for this for so long but wasn't sure he felt the same way. They had teasingly flirted with one another, but it hadn't gone past that. It was always light, never serious. After the initial shock she slowly kissed him back. Tentatively he caressed her cheekbone with his thumb and deepened the kiss. He took his time. Gave her opportunity to pull away if he was coming on too strong. But she wasn't done being bold.

She took her left hand and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him closer. His lips dragged across hers slowly at first but as she pulled him, he changed the pressure.  The grip she had was firm. Full of intention. He responded in kind and slipped in his tongue, his head tilting to the side to get a better angle. His right hand traveling up through her brown wavy hair. Her chest had been so tight with anticipation. Every time he looked at her a little longer than usual. Every time he hugged her a little longer. She had wondered if he was feeling the same. Her heart now was singing. She felt so safe and warm like this. His breath was hot. His hands warm. After a few moments in utter bliss, he pulled back slowly to look at her. Her eyes still closed, her head tilted back. Both his hands cradling her head now. As she slowly opened her eyes she looked at Cullen. If she had any doubt that he had feelings for her--this cleared it up. He was absolutely beaming. His warm smile made her melt in his hands. Perfectly content. His thumbs caressed her cheeks as he spoke,

" I-I’m going to miss you so much." A pause again as he looked her over lovingly. Tucking a loose wave behind her ear. "As soon as I know the official address of where I'm going for training, I'll send you a letter. You'll write back I hope?"

"Of course I will."

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[mistress-wolf-writes-au]

I can't take my eyes off this beautiful gift from @thedreadwolfswhisper ❤️Thank You Friend ❤️Inspired by Chapter 12 of The Sparrow "In Sleep He Sang To Me"

Please go like and support her work on KoFi.

@thedreadwolfswhisper

Link to The Sparrow below

An Edwardian Era Dragon Age AU featuring my OC Isolde "Izzie" Lavellan. Cullen/Solas love triangle all he feels and a little smut. Themes of Hope, Redemption, Love and Family.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27949118/chapters/68449538

[mistress-wolf-writes-au]

These beautiful pieces were gifted by the AMAZING @thedreadwolfswhisper Please go give her a follow, she does Amazing Solavellan art ❤️🐺 .Fan art inspired by my Edwardian Era Steampunk Dragon Age AU featuring my OC "Izzie" Isolde Lavellan. "The Sparrow" is on AO3.

Thank you Kat for your beautiful paintings and all your support ❤️🫂🥰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27949118/chapters/68449538

[mistress-wolf-writes-au]

Huge shout out to @thedreadwolfswhisper​ for this AMAZING gift of Abelas from my DA Edwardian AU “The Sparrow” on Ao3. Please go follow her and support her. She is fantastic! I believe she is open for commisions :) 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mistress_Wolf 

“The Sparrow” is set in a sort of steampunk/edwardian era  Val Royeaux. Solas and Cullen love triangle with all the feels, fluff and smut. I have 12 Chapters posted and a Holiday Flashback Chapter. Enjoy!

Excerpt from Chapter 3 “Her Tall Oak Tree”

The need to stretch his legs overwhelms him not even half an hour later. He gets up to travel down a vestibule to another train car. This one is for standing passengers only. There aren't many passengers left so there's ample room to walk around a bit. He strolls down the train car walking past various passengers, till his eyes land on an Elf sitting on the floor. The Elf's' got his back to the wall and legs straight out in front of himself, hands folded and his newsboy hat pulled down a bit. Can't see his eyes, must be sleeping. As the train moves, the other passengers hold on to their piece of railing. Not this Elf. Must be tired if he's decided to sit on the floor of this dirty cabin. There's mud and slush streaked boot prints all over the ground from the snow outside. He looks the Elf over again and notices the side of his head is bruised and cut pretty bad. Ruffed up white braid and hat obscuring some of it.  It takes him a moment but he realizes this Elf may not be simply sleeping. Cullen opens his mouth to address the elf. "Hey there friend, are you alright?" He asks as he bends and starts to kneel towards him. The Elf stirs and lifts his head up to look at Cullen with a sharp inhale.  “Sorry, am I in your way? I can move." He says sleepily. The Elf moves to get up as Cullen raises his hand. "No, you're not. I just noticed your head wound. Wanted to make sure you hadn't-- passed out. It looks bad." The Elf relaxes and sits again, pulling a knee up to his chest and leaning his head back against the wall. "It's not pleasant, but I'll survive." The Elf winches a little. Pained expression on his face. Cullen was about to tell him he should get it looked at when the stewardess walked by. Blonde human in a uniform holding a tray to her side. "Oh! Major, I was just heading to your cabin to see if you needed a refill ?" The Elf and Cullen looked at each other and then at her. Cullen replied, "Yes that would be lovely, could you make it two for me and my friend here?" The stewardess gave him a wink, "Of course Major. I'll bring them to your cabin." She looked him up and down, not even acknowledging the Elf at all. As the stewardess left, Cullen reached out his hand to the Elf on the floor. "Come, there's room in my cabin. Share a drink with me? It'll at least be more comfortable than the floor." The Elf looked at him, puzzled at the kindness from a stranger, and a human no less. He hadn't exactly had a good track record with humans of this era yet. He was in no position to turn down this curious human's generosity. With some hesitation in his voice the Elf answers, "I'd appreciate it." Cullen reached out his hand to pull him up. " Im Cullen- Cullen Rutherford." "Abelas"

[altoclefgirl]

Dwell Within Chapter 1: Collapse

Fanart Gifted by @thedreadwolfswhisper

She closed the door behind her, letting out a low and heavy breath. The quiet reverberations of the chamber door echoed alongside her slowing breaths. Her eyes remain closed, her feet unwilling to move a step forward. When the world slowed—when the earth was quiet, chamber torches unlit, the busy chatter of her remaining Inquisition circle and network in the foyer shushed—it was this minute moment that held all the power. This small moment in which she was alone with herself held the power to capsize her. She could feel the boundaries of the fade press against her body, as if gravity suddenly pushed against her horizontally and threatened to suffocate her. These were the moments she could very well crumble; any lasting motivation could disintegrate.

The fade felt thinner in the moments of solace, as if beckoning her to join. A small part of her wished to concede. In the first days after Solas donned the nomenclature of Fen’Harel, she had welcomed the Fade wantingly, scouring the expanse of the Fade in search of answers from his own mouth. She became the hunter, hungry for his scent and his truth. As she hunted, she felt both preyed upon and having just missed his trail. It was a sickly game in which she was both led and preyed—always within his scope but Solas never quite within her grasp. He had not yet made himself known to her. He was unyielding, a fortitude who sought to know but never be known to her. She remained quiet on her hunt, forgoing her nature to call to him.

When Solas had just left upon the defeat of Corypheus, she would call to him in the Fade, a devout and breaking plead. On the night of his return to don the name Fen’Harel, it was the last time she pleaded his name in the Fade.

In the recent months, she chose not to step into the land of The Dreaming. And since her decision, it appeared the Fade hungered for her lingering presence. For months now, the Fade had often felt like a gentle, nodding breeze away, as if she could simply take one step forward into the Fade. And tonight in her chambers, the Fade excited the magic within her and around her. The magic buzzed and blanketed her with its weight, as she still stood at the door to her chambers. Let me take you, it whispered in her mind, but it felt like a warm breath and graze to her neck.

Mara drew in a breath, her eyes still closed. Dare she let the Fade take her?

The magic air around her swirled with warmth, even though the chamber had a cool, night breeze rolling through the window. The warm magic air roamed around her, capturing her hair and caressing her body in an almost affectionate manner. The ends of her tunic fluttered from the warm current, lifting so that her stomach was grazed with the warm magic. She swore she could feel weight pressed to her face, as if her cheek was being touched by a welcome lover. She lifted up her own hand to her face to feel the phantom guest. She sensed dense warm air upon her cheek—palpable to her own hand. She leaned her face against the grazing phantom hand, leaning into comfort she had been without.

She had kept everyone at arm’s length--her ambassador, her spies, her warriors, and the family she found with the Inquisition. The sad eyes from her friends never relinquished—she wasn’t sure if it was unending pity or reaction to the continued depth of her pain. Varric had once told her he wasn’t sure if Mara was the most unlucky person to have lived or chosen by Andraste herself. They both settled on miraculously bad luck. It felt as if there was consensus among her friends, that she was perpetually doomed to hurt and to save the world. Poor thing. She hadn’t talked to anyone about her feelings, or her dealings with perpetual misfortune.

But tonight she entertained the idea of company—whether it was a spirit, the Fade, or her lover shrouded in the Fade. She wasn’t quite sure who or what called for her, and this could be the moment to collapse. The Fade pulled harder on her body, as if magnetized, aching to draw her in. She did not dare move, not even a shuffle of her feet. The pull centered in her chest, and beckoned to draw her arms forward. She sucked in a deep breath, her chest trembling with the attraction and anticipation of company.

The warm breath that whispered in her ear moved to her face, and she felt a presence just beyond her lips. The warmth flooded her body, longing stirring within her. Eyes still closed, she moved her right hand forward to the bound presence of the Fade, and it felt as if there was a familiar face in her hand. The face was merely centimeters from her own. Her hand felt the jaw of the presence, and leaned her head forward, against the presence’s brow. Her breath quickened, heavy and warm, as the presence’s breath rushed over her lips. The singular moment felt like a drum roll of anticipation, neither party moving forward as their hearts raced. Her whole body trembled, and to regain any strength left she took in a slow deep breath, her body pulsing.

She opened her mouth, feeling their breath against her own. The presence of their mouth lingering over her own but not touching.

“Thank you for sparing her.” Mara let out, her hand moved from the presence’s jaw to their chest, faintly feeling a thump of a heart beat. The drum roll continued for a few seconds, then suddenly the boundary of the Fade snapped, the breath and heart beat and the pull of the Fade gone sharply. The suddenness gave out her legs, her whole body shaking until she hit the floor kneeling. She finally opened her eyes, and her chamber was just as it usually was. Her armor strewn across the bed, the covers on her side of the bed untucked.

At that, the clarity of the room was skewed, as tears poured from her. The pull from the Fade, the love of a ghost, did her in. The small moment of longing had cracked her, like the Elvhen artifact that was left for Corypheus. And the magnitude of magic pouring out of the artifact rivaled the explosive pain scouring from her soul.

She was capsized.

Continue Reading on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23937004

[mistress-wolf-writes-au]

Once again blown away by @thedreadwolfswhisper for this AMAZING gift from Chapter 12 of "The Sparrow" on AO3

'A Dance In The Fade'

The Sparrow is an Edwardian Era Dragon Age AU featuring my OC Isolde "Izzie" Lavellan. Solas/Cullen love triangle with ALL THE FEELS ❤️ Thank you friend ❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27949118/chapters/68449538

Go follow her for more of her work. She is open for commissions!