Solas has won and his long time enemy, the cold and ruthless Inquisitor Vir Lavellan, has been defeated. However, as he begins to rebuild the world for his people, he discovers that the world he destroyed was not exactly what he had thought.
- Part 1 of The Unending Wake Universe
Bookmarked by Smurgh
4 Feb 2017
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games)
26 Sep 2016
"For Fen'Harel. You always leave an offering for him."
"Ah," Solas says, and nothing more.
"The rest of the rabbit, or the pheasant, which would he like more?"
Solas considers it closely. "Leave the rabbit," he tells her.
Bookmarked by Smurgh
3 Jan 2017
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
20 Dec 2014
stories for the ladies of hogwarts, who cry, waver, giggle, trespass, and who deserve our respect all the same
A series of "what if" rewrites of Harry Potter, books 1-7. Cross-posted from tumblr. So far includes:
boy with a scar:
What if Neville was the Chosen One, and James and Lily survived?
What if Neville was the Chosen One, and James and Lily were tortured by the Lestranges?
the kids who chose themselves:
What if Neville and Harry were both killed as infants, and there was no Chosen One?
no place like home:
What if Petunia refused to take him in, and so Harry was raised in Hogwarts?
the family evans:
What if Petunia had raised Harry like a son?
the heir of something or other:
What if Harry was Sorted Slytherin?
he will have power the dark lord knows not:
What if Harry was a squib?
the girl who lived
What if Harry was a girl? (cis)
the girl who lived (again)
What if Harry was a girl? (trans)
the last son
What if Ron was the Chosen One?
the brightest witch of her age
What if Hermione was the Chosen One?
baby birds and other adventures
What if Harry and Hermione met before Hogwarts?
the family potter
What if the Dursleys died, and Dudley was left on Lily and James's doorstep?
They passed a field filled with little blossoms of every colour, that filled the air with the clean smell of flowers and wind that almost blotted out the stench of halla entirely. The food smell was so strong that she couldn't understand how they hadn't seen even a tent yet. She was almost tempted to go pick flowers, but struggled to remind herself that what she was seeing wasn't real and picking the flowers would only ruin the scene. “I think my memories of this place are skewing the scenery,” Solas said with a faint twist of his mouth. She couldn't tell how he felt about that.
“It's very pretty,” she offered, hardly able to tear her gaze away from it. She loved flowers.
“Hardly genuine, though. Perhaps I am trying to impress you,” he suggested, pulling her along and past the clearing.
- Part 1 of To Live Without Fear