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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 01/07/2025

Quote this with an out of context image that represents your OC, and a picture of your OC

Two screenshots from Parks and Recreation show where Ron Swanson says “yeah, I’m just gonna stay angry. I find that relaxes me,” while he is visibly in pain.

An elf OC with shoulder length black hair, a scr across her left eye.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 28/06/2025

Whelp. Welcome back, Ilariya Lavellan.

An elven woman with root-like vallaslin (Falon’Din’s) staring up at the screen.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 23/06/2025

After 10 years Ilariya’s story is finally done and I can’t stop sobbing about it. What a ride. My OTP solavellan, the one OC who has stuck with me the most. 😭

Together, the two spirits greeted the end of time, a single thought echoing through the cold, long dark:
var lath vir suledin.
And so it had.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 16/06/2025

#tavqotd An unfamiliar person arrives in camp one day with a message for your tav/durge that chills their blood. What was that message? For Lithariya it’s, “Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. You will never be rid of me. You will never escape me.”

A picture of my Durge, a drow with black and white hair and tattooed symbols down her left eye walking down the stairs of the temple of Bhaal

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 16/06/2025

I am deeply unwell, actually.

You're cold, Solas gently tapped against her arm.
He draped a blanket over her shoulders then wound his arms around her. After a few minutes of silence, he continued. You need not remain here.
I want to, she assured him. And it was the truth.
She wanted to be here with Solas. She wanted to paint the history and dreams of the titans. She just didn't know who she was anymore.
That, I can answer, he tapped against her navel as he nuzzled his face into her neck. You love the smell of the rain in autumn. You love strolling through the heavy fog in a lush forest. You love the quiet of the trees, the chirps and birdsong as you read. You are resilient and passionate and fiery.
You are graceful and cunning. You want better and you'll do whatever it takes to get it. Yes, things have changed. You have changed. You will continue to change. Eternity is a long time, but you will always be llariya Lavellan, the woman I fell in love with, the woman who bewitched me body and spirit, the woman to whom my heart will always belong.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 14/06/2025

One more hc before I disappear for the weekend: I hc that Dorian and Cullen had a fling during Inquisition. And Cullen writes him a letter years after the events of VG (and after the veil has fallen)

I thought of writing.you, you know. I thought of it every day after you left for Tevinter. I thought of visiting you. Often. I even packed my belongings for the trip once. But what could a southern former-Templar like myself offer to a Tevinter Magister? I would only be a scandal-in-waiting.
Your enemies would use me to discredit you. And, well, the importance of your mission far outweighed my own happiness.
As I reflect on my life (or, more accurately, as spirits of Longing and Memory and Introspection join me during sleepless nights), I just wanted you to know that you weren't a casual dalliance. What we shared... it was real for me. It will always be real for
me.
If I dare to be so bold,
your friend, Cullen Rutherford

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 01/06/2025

Post your OC And their pride flags Girlie is ace/demi and pan

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 31/05/2025

This fic has a soft special place in my heart. It’s my first longfic (>50k words) and I really loved exploring my particular #durgetash dynamic and grappling with the meaning of redemption. Mind the tags for important CWs. archiveofourown.org/works/537060...

The dark urges have become stronger and more frequent as Lithariya approached Baldur's Gate.
Left with only vague allusions of who she was and a "misplaced" prayer penned by her hand, she discovers that her connection with the Archduke Gortash was much, much deeper than she anticipated.
Finally able to speak with her alone, Gortash reveals why Lithariya lost favor with her god and Father and the oath they made that toppled it all.
With this realization and access to Gortash's memories, the distinction between who she was and who she is begins to blur. Can she walk the path of redemption? Will Gortash join her? Does she even want him to?

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

Nothing new for #DAfanFriday so I’m resharing my DAI adversaries-to-lovers slow burn #solavellan fic in which solas and Lavellan are like skittish cats with each other until they aren’t. 😉 Rating is for themes & violence. The spice level is mild. archiveofourown.org/works/477440...

Smoke and shadow, blades flashing in the dark. An assassin and spy secretly able to access the magic of the Fade. This was the world of Ilariya Lavellan until one mission landed her at the center of one of the most significant events in recent history. Plagued with a mark that is not only killing her, but also influencing her, she must navigate her new position at the forefront of a budding Inquisition, surrounded by people she isn't certain she can trust and a mysterious mage who knows more than he admits.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 24/05/2025

It’s been a wild couple of weeks with little time to write, but yes, I still think about solavellan every day.

Eternity began with a kiss.
A kiss which felt entirely too short for the two lovers who were savoring the honey-sweet safety of each other's lips. A kiss which, nonetheless, extended the length of a year in the unchanging world.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

Sorry I just can’t stop thinking of them today and I’ve been waiting 6 months for this fic to finally reach solavellan heaven. And I’m just really obsessed with the idea of them being together FOR ETERNITY.

"We walk the winding path of eternity, my heart. Hand in hand, side by side, I will greet the end of time with you."

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

Still beside myself over solavellan, actually.

He slowly leaned down, forcing the wince of pain to smooth across his expression. His lips found hers and, like a reflex, she parted them in welcome.
"Don't go," he whispered into her mouth, the elven language so much more lyrical when it rolled off his tongue in this place. The fade seemed to sing along with him, its melody revealing his unspoken intent: please.
He was delirious, his body broken, his strength failing. And in this vulnerable state these two words revealed the cosmos of his spirit, his deepest fear resurfacing to taunt him. Wisdom was meant to be shared. Wisdom was never meant to exist in
isolation. Being alone— dying alone— represented that ultimate failure, the final irrevocable twist of the knife which meant his purpose had been corrupted beyond any hope of restoration.
Yet somehow when she slipped the tattered cloth from her left eye, she beheld his spirit burning brightly in his chest.
Safe.
Safe.
Safe.
Finally
safe.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 14/05/2025

Rubbing my hands together and cackling. I love writing fanfic. I really wanted a solavellan reunion scene that was the inverse of their balcony scene (especially with the “Don’t go.” I’m a sucker for iterations/mirroring in fiction)

“Don’t go” he whispered into her mouth. “Please.”

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 07/05/2025

Trespasser having such an impact that I’m still not over it a decade later.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 20/04/2025

Ilariya is so close to multiple bingos

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

Ilariya would wear this without the hat if it’s in the fall or winter.

A person wearing a black form-fitting turtleneck, a midi-length cinched black pencil skirt with a gold clasp, and knee-high black boots.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 18/04/2025

I play on console so this was her design for 2 full runs. Then when they patched to have mods run on console she got 2 slight updates: darkest timeline (embrace!durge) and update on canon.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 18/04/2025

#TAVQOTD how has your Tav’s design changed from when you first made them? LITH LORE TIME! So when I first started the game I did not take the dark urge seriously. I quickly realized Larian was serious about the Durge background so did a little redesign of visuals and complete rehaul of backstory

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 18/04/2025

I’m spamming the timeline tonight but I just will never get over this art of Lithariya by @madqueenmaddie.bsky.social

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 18/04/2025

Also! Changed my pfp.I felt like bringing my Durge Lithariya back (and HUGE thanks to madqueenmaddie for the absolutely stunning art of her!!!). Old pfp:

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 16/04/2025

Okay I am going to be messing with photo mode for HOURS because it is so fun but I just have to say… Lithariya, the woman you are. I love her so much and just ughhhhhhh

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 12/04/2025

I already know when photo mode drops that I’ll disappear back in the Durgetash trenches and FINALLY collect an obscene amount of pics of these two together (AND I can mod her to her actual canonical look AHHHHHH thank you Larian!)

Enver Gortash staring at my Dark Urge, a drow with black and white hair, facial scars, an all-black eye, and tattoo symbols down her cheek.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 12/04/2025

I’m curious and this seems fun, so I’ll join in the trend! Make assumptions about Ilariya

Post your OC and let people assume things about them

Ilariya lavellan, a black-haired elven inquisitor. She has a scar on her left eye.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 10/04/2025

Let’s talk blorbo hairstyles! How does your blorbo wear their hair when exploring/in combat? For a formal event? Exploring, her hair is in messy braid/pulled back. Formal occasions are about making a statement

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 09/04/2025

I just really love rebel god Solas.

Mythal sat regally upon her altar, the light glinting off her diadem directly into her supplicants' eyes so that it hurt to behold her. An elf in plain, coarse clothing-not the shimmering, elegant, or opulent finery that Mythal or her priestesses wore - cowered at her feet.
"You have committed treason," Mythal pronounced dryly, as if the proceedings were far too mundane for her tastes.
The elf at her feet stammered and stuttered, wringing his hands, his breaths coming too quickly and too shallowly.
"And what crimes constitute his treason?" Solas challenged as he approached the altar. Behind him, the elves in the antechamber pressed against the arched entrance. It was a miracle that none of the onlookers ended up crossing the threshold into the sanctum with how packed they were.
Mythal's spine went rigid. She sat a little taller, her lips pursed a little thinner. "My love. It has been too long since you graced us with your presence.
Welcome home." She motioned for him to join her.
Ilariya recognized the tactic immediately. Mythal sought to sow doubt in her followers' minds by posturing Solas as one of them, one of the Evanuris.
Solas ignored the invitation, however, instead stepping between Mythal and the grief-stricken elf.
"His crimes," he growled.
Mythal's lip twitched, her barely-contained rage tugging at her facial muscles. "Treason."

"That does not answer my question. What crimes did he commit that were so egregious as to culminate in treason against you?"
Her golden eyes narrowed, her expression went dangerously neutral. "I do not answer to you." And though the response was stoic and monotone, it contained a multitude of threats within it.
"No," he agreed. "You answer to them," he continued, pointing toward the elves watching from the antechamber. "You would ask them to labor for you, to fight for you, to die for you. But the Mother of the People will not give them the courtesy of an explanation when asked for one?"
Ilariya fidgeted. Mythal's rage was compounding by the minute, every word out of Solas' mouth instigating her further. In all honesty, she was shocked the would-be god didn't smite Solas on the spot.
Though, perhaps the reason she did not was that she understood doing so would only make a martyr of Solas, that it would give the people a cause to unite under. Perhaps it was for this very reason that the Evanuris leaned back in her chair, steepled her fingers, then elaborated, "He conspired with another god-"
"You are not gods," Solas spat, but Mythal ignored him and continued.
"-praying to them, glorifying them, and acting against me in their name."
"How?" Solas demanded.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 07/04/2025

Ilariya is demi! (almost all my OCs are)

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 07/04/2025

Adding additional dimensions to Ghilan’nain has been a really interesting exercise. Especially in the context that there are a lot of similarities between her and Solas. This might end up being a bit longer than anticipated.

"Oh, how you love to sit on your high halla and preach." Ghilan'nain snorted. "Your pride would have you believe that you're better than me, but you're not, Dread Wolf." A few tentacles lashed out at Ilariya, bouncing harmlessly off Solas' barrier. "I want to see it for myself; I want to watch you descend into hypocrisy. I want to know what you would do to get her back." Her red gaze now fell on Ilariya. "What would you unleash to save her?"

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 05/04/2025

Okay, I’m feeling a little bit better about this now that I loaded it into an app and added some shading. Something still seems off, though, and I can’t quite pinpoint it. I think the mouth? A WIP after 6 months of not drawing

A drawing of Solas kissing Lavellan’s leg.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 03/04/2025

Can I say something? This is so solavellan coded to me. (It’s not actually nsfw, it is just someone kissing a knee/thigh, but I know ppl check this in public so wanted to give them the option)

A scene from the 3rd Pirates of the Caribbean movie where Will Turner kisses Elizabeth’s Swan’s leg.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 03/04/2025

Just thinking about Solas losing his mind when Ilariya walks into the Winter Palace wearing a black, silver, & green version of this dress by Hassidriss. Commanding and elegant. I also hc that they weren’t actually together at this point so he’s having a whole crisis over it

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 29/03/2025

#TavQOTD What do your tav’s nails look like? Are they clean or dirty? Short or long? Lithariya (my dark urge) has claw-like nails. She likes to keeps them medium or longer but they chip often from combat so they’re usually uneven. Before ridding the urge they were often dirty. Now they are pristine

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 23/03/2025

ੈ Day 7 ‧₊˚ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ A challenge to (fanfic) writers. Post 1 sentence a day from any project for 20 days. No explanations & no judgement. #Fanfic #WriterChallenge

Yet, what was ten years to an immortal god but the blink of an eye, a single beat in the ever-beating heart of eternity?

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 22/03/2025

THISSSSS. This is my favorite headcanon scene. Lavellan joins solas in trespasser let’s gooooo

"Vhenan..."
"You've made mistakes, Solas. So have I. So has everyone. But when you face the world alone, you lose perspective, you get swept up in your own misery and failures and desperation. You don't have to face this alone. I want to join you. I want to help restore magic in the safest way possible. All may choose to fight. And I have chosen."
She stood there panting, the tears flowing freely in the thundering quiet of Solas' silence. He did not speak. He did not move. Then, after several agonizing minutes, he took another step toward the eluvian.
Her sob lodged in her throat. Why did this hurt so much? Why did it feel like she would never be able to breathe again?
But then Solas glanced over his shoulder, his fingers twitching before he extended his hand out by just an inch.
He was choosing her.
She slowly approached then threaded her fingers through his. "No more lies," she whispered.
"No more lies," he agreed softly. "I will have you as my equal or not at all."
And with that, hand in hand, the two elves stepped through the eluvian together.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 22/03/2025

ੈ Day 6 ‧₊˚ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ A challenge to (fanfic) writers. Post 1 sentence a day from any project for 20 days. No explanations & no judgement. #Fanfic #WriterChallenge

He pressed his forehead against hers. "I will paint your story, my love, I will paint it everywhere I touch. I will carry you with me always."

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 21/03/2025

Happy #DAFanFriday and I’ll use this as Day 7 of the fanfic writers challenge, too, so I don’t flood the skyline with writing. Idk about the bonfire line, but enjoy this WIP!

Solas chuckled again as he tucked a stubborn strand behind her ear. His fingers lightly traced a pattern on her cheek— the pattern of his leathers she realized. They must have indented her skin.
"You are so beautiful, vhenan."
How, after fourteen years of being with him, did his gaze still take her breath away, still cause her cheeks and ears to redden? How could he still leave her speechless with just one glance even after all this time? His love was deep and rich and resonant, a song threaded through every word, a bonfire burning against her in every glance, and every meeting of their skin.
Ar lath ma could no longer contain the multitudes, the dimensions, of her love. It was so thoroughly inadequate now, devoid of the depth and breadth and sweeping intensity of what she felt for him.
Since words failed to encapsulate her love, she opened her mind to the fade, permitting her emotions and intent to permeate the space between them. Solas inhaled sharply when he felt the shift, when he felt her love, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 20/03/2025

ੈ Day 5 ‧₊˚ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ A challenge to (fanfic) writers. Post 1 sentence a day from any project for 20 days. No explanations & no judgement. #Fanfic #WriterChallenge

"But now the world will
know what forked tongue makes them promises."

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 19/03/2025

Angst angst angst angst angst (Next chapter is out archiveofourown.org/works/600471...)

"There is not a single moment you have been in my life that I regret," he clarified and the love contained within his expression made her heart swell. "Even the moments I wish were different, such as the Vir'Abelasan, had too much hope tied to them to effectively imprison me. Because even when my life touched yours in ways that might spurn regret, I believed we would find a way through it. I believed that we could solve it together. And so, for more than a decade I survived without hearing the sound of your voice, or smelling the salt of your skin, or tasting the honey of your lips, or feeling the brush of your skin. You were only a memory."
She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Solas..."
"I owe your father my gratitude and my life," he informed her. "My only connection to you was this." His fingers wrapped around the wooden tree which hung from his neck. The same wooden tree which had decorated the top half of the staff her father had carved for him. "I clung to this trinket as one might cling to a pail of water in an unending desert. And when I felt that I would go mad, I traced the wolves at its base until I had almost worn them away. I practiced the cant over and over and over again so as to not forget the only pieces of you I had. But the prison preyed upon my fears, warping my regrets into reasons why you would have never loved me.
Even to an eternal, ten years of such a thing is a long time, and eventually I began to question who carved the trinket and who taught me the cant. I believed the prison when it claimed that you could have never loved me, and thus nearly convinced myself that you were a figment of my imagination conjured to make my life more tolerable."

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 19/03/2025

ੈ Day 4 ‧₊˚ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ A challenge to (fanfic) writers. Post 1 sentence a day from any project for 20 days. No explanations & no judgement. CW: talk of death #Fanfic #WriterChallenge

"If you ever loved me at all, let it be your hand which stops my heart - it always belonged to you, anyway."

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 18/03/2025

ੈ Day 3 ‧₊˚ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ A challenge to (fanfic) writers. Post 1 sentence a day from any project for 20 days. No explanations & no judgement. #Fanfic #WriterChallenge

Tonight the only worship that matters is yours.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 17/03/2025

ੈ Day 2 ‧₊˚ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ A challenge to (fanfic) writers. Post 1 sentence a day from any project for 20 days. No explanations & no judgement. #Fanfic

"We are the anomaly, the monsters who dared to be more, who made each other more.”

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

Ah! This looks fun! I’d like to join in the challenge, too! ੈ Day 1 ‧₊˚ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ A challenge to writers. Post 1 sentence a day from any project for 20 days. No explanations & no judgement. #Fanfic #WriterChallenge

Her stomach twisted into a knot as her fingers involuntarily craned to meet his, skimming along the harsh, cold metal until they found the familiar heat of his skin, desperate for even the most modest offering.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

How am I? Very unwell, thank you.

Solas, too, understood this, which was why he placed his fist over his heart, bowed his head, and fell to one knee in front of her.
Though unspoken, Solas' intention was clear. The people needed a leader. They needed her to guide them once again. Within this intention was also a subtle reminder that, as a leader, she should not display her personal feelings. History was not often kind and, undoubtedly, any show of emotion on her part would be twisted and molded and shaped in unpredictable ways to add context to her actions.
But she didn't care. She had lost control of her narrative more than a decade ago. People would invent what they wanted about her, regardless of whether there was proof to support their claims or not. And life suddenly seemed far too short to withhold herself anymore.
She knelt down to meet his gaze then threw her arms around him. His muscles stiffened at the unexpected affection.
I don't care, she tapped against his shoulder. I don't care what they think. I am not ashamed of loving you. "I thought I lost you," she whispered into his ear, almost choking on the words. "And I never want to feel that way again.”

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 14/03/2025

Happy #DAfanFriday! Still very normal about these two.

"We have both acted out of our character; we both have welcomed what was once anathema to ourselves." He brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, his touch featherlight, as if he were terrified she might crack under the slightest pressure. "We have both made decisions we never believed we would in the, perhaps foolish, hope to save our world."
Ilariya could feel his intent leaking through the fade and she had the distinct sense that when Solas said
'our world,' he actually meant 'each other.'
In that regard he was not incorrect.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 13/03/2025

Happy #WIPWednesday and proof that I sometimes write something other than angst

He was never more than a few steps away, the warmth of his skin always chasing away the chill of the fade. His fingers twined through hers when they weren't tenderly threading through her hair. His hands rested upon her shoulders in quiet moments.
His arms wound around her waist as she read. His face buried in the delicate slope of her neck as she sketched on the stone walls. His palms against her hips when he wanted her to know he was there. His lips brushed against her ears when he whispered at lath ma. He remained at her side, always touching, always holding her, as if he were making up for every lost moment in the past decade. As if he were afraid she would fade away, like the tide receding, or water slipping through his fingers, or fog dispersing when disturbed.

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 11/03/2025

Ohhh I want to do this, too! And I actually have snippets from my fic that answer this Q: What would Cole say about your OC?

"Ambition did not grant you your Sight." Compassion turned away from her- and presumably toward Dorian. "Split between two worlds, but she is one.
Her song is the same, richer, more resonant." Cole paused, his spirit tentatively reaching out before he added breathlessly, "She walked where the People could not follow, and now she returns so that she will guide through shapeless worlds and airless skies."

Compassion leaned in close, his body's breath rushing against her cheeks. "Two ends of the same cord, apart you'll break under the tension of destiny's strum."
Ilariya did not have to ask whom Compassion was referring to. She already knew.
"But together you'll make a new chord, a new melody.”

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 11/03/2025

As much as I adore sad, pathetic Solas, I am also feral for rebel god Solas and I kinda wish we could have seen more of that. Anyway, here’s a WIP snippet of rebel god Solas for your enjoyment

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 11/03/2025

I feel like Ilariya is mostly the orphan with a pinch of the magician

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Asteria @asteria49.bsky.social · 09/03/2025

Blorbo show off time! Your elven Inky with vallaslin I have exactly 3 pics of Ilariya from DAI. I need to get more. But she took Falon’Din’s!

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