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[Kadan]

I'm in a long relationship that I now have some doubts about, but we'll see. He doesn't understand why I like Solas as much as I do, though that isn't why. Still, that connection is definitely super important, and it can be good to be there for yourself (and in your case, your kids) for a time too.

 

My first husband was passive aggressive, and couldn't handle my depression. The second one used my depression and anxiety to control and manipulate me. When I stopped being a door mat he left. Just packed his stuff and left. I'm not ready to let anyone have any kind of control over my life, ever. The last seven years haven't been easy, but I feel a hell of a lot better about who I am.

 

My OC is a lot like me, but then the best writing is when you write about something you know or have experienced. She's not looking for anyone, doesn't mean she isn't attracted to him, but being tied down isn't something she's looking for right now.

[rowrow]

Am I the only one who's only made extremely sad by Fen'Harel!Solas and nothing else  It doesn't turn me on at all

 

If anything it just makes me depressed 

 

I don't think you're the only one. I mean, I get why people think he's more attractive now, and I'll admit to being slightly distracted by those thighs in that armour.

 

But I agree, Trespasser Solas makes me more sad than anything else. Also, I don't know how I like the idea that increased sexiness is visual shorthand for 'more morally ambiguous/close to the villain end of the spectrum'.

 

Most of all, it's difficult to forget the way he strides up to you while you're on the ground writhing from the pain in your hand. I've seen some say they found that cool walk sexy. I found it really chilling. He just seems so remote from the Inquisitor in that moment. And again, I get why some find that more attractive. I find it disturbing and depressing.

[Kadan]

I don't think you're the only one. I mean, I get why people think he's more attractive now, and I'll admit to being slightly distracted by those thighs in that armour.

 

But I agree, Trespasser Solas makes me more sad than anything else. Also, I don't know how I like the idea that increased sexiness is visual shorthand for 'more morally ambiguous/close to the villain end of the spectrum'.

 

Most of all, it's difficult to forget the way he strides up to you while you're on the ground writhing from the pain in your hand. I've seen some say they found that cool walk sexy. I found it really chilling. He just seems so remote from the Inquisitor in that moment. And again, I get why some find that more attractive. I find it disturbing and depressing.

 

I think that part of that is his own insecurity to how Quizzy is going to react. It's an act, posturing, he is remote until he is given a reason to connect with them again. Once the tone is set his actions and demeanor changes to reflect that. With a romanced Quizzy he's still holding back, because he thinks his damn duty is more important. But at least the completely cold attitude is gone. Doesn't mean I like it, but I understand where he's coming from, or think I do.

[Renmiri1]

omg we passed the Cullen thread!!

[rowrow]

I think that part of that is his own insecurity to how Quizzy is going to react. It's an act, posturing, he is remote until he is given a reason to connect with them again. Once the tone is set his actions and demeanor changes to reflect that. With a romanced Quizzy he's still holding back, because he thinks his damn duty is more important. But at least the completely cold attitude is gone. Doesn't mean I like it, but I understand where he's coming from, or think I do.

 

Frankly, I think my issue is more with how they chose to direct/animate that scene. His body language doesn't make sense to me - and my quizzy romanced him too. If that hadn't been the case I might have found his attitude less distressing.

 

I romanced Solas, and post-Trespasser I've spent a lot of time in the character's head - the character as as I understand him., anyway. I know he's afraid how Lavellan is going to react to his secret - who wouldn't be? That theme is woven throughout the whole romance. And he's carrying around the weight of the world, having been unable to share it until now. But in that scene she's  - if not actually dying from the mark, then at least in a substantial amount of pain. His friend, and someone he loves. She needs to give him some reassurance before he shows actual concern? That's just not the Solas I knew, or thought I knew. I wouldn't expect that behaviour from any of my companions ... well, maybe Vivienne (I still think she was deliberately needling me about Solas during our 'spa day'... )

 

Just to be clear, I'm wondering about the design/animation choices made in that scene in Trespasser. I guess they had to make compromises and strike a balance between how the body language is directed for romanced/non-romanced quizzys. But when you're immersed in the game, you're not thinking like that. You take things at face value. And no matter how you rationalize his state of mind, your friend and once-lover acting all cool as cucumbers while you're in such physical distress is going to leave you a little cold ... right? I guess I'm just wondering how much of that is a deliberate choice on Bioware's part. Are they preparing you up for his eventual metamorphosis into an all-out villain? I hope not. But I worry.

[Janic99]

omg we passed the Cullen thread!!

WOOO WOOOO

[Ajna]

In catching up with the thread, I'm reminded of something I said here last year "I don't want him to be a god, I just want him to be Solas!" and then I ran away crying...

 

So yeah, I get the people who felt sad about Trespasser Solas, but we still see our Solas, he's still there, his face makes that much obvious.  But I'm with you..

 

*gets back to catching up*

[Aneira]

WOOO WOOOO

 

This ... kinda disturbs me.. ^^

 

And hello thread - I guess most of you are sleeping now. I feel better today, had an Oreo ice cream stick last night, my boyfriend bought it on his way home.

[Kadan]

3:30 AM I really need to get to sleep. Good night Blanketfort!

[DustyTulip]

Catching up with the thread, sorry for random likes (but you guys added like 16 pages over the night!!!! - I'm not complaining  )

 

Fly'Harel Enasal! 

 

Also I really don't understand why Solas-an is getting grief from people. What people could possibly not like about awesome screenshots?! 

[Ajna]

Catching up with the thread, sorry for random likes (but you guys added like 16 pages over the night!!!! - I'm not complaining  )

 

Fly'Harel Enasal! 

 

Also I really don't understand why Solas-an is getting grief from people. What people could possibly not like about awesome screenshots?! 

 

Wait, she's getting grief?! *cracks knuckles*

[DustyTulip]

Wait, she's getting grief?! *cracks knuckles*

 

I know she has been getting some before and so deleting her account/posts. And someone (sorry, don't remember who) a few pages above said that she deleted almost all her posts again. Maybe I am jumping to conclusions, but what can possibly be wrong with screenshots?! 

[Ajna]

I know she has been getting some before and so deleting her account/posts. And someone (sorry, don't remember who) a few pages above said that she deleted almost all her posts again. Maybe I am jumping to conclusions, but what can possibly be wrong with screenshots?! 

 

I'm getting rather tired of this harrassment people keep receiving... I need to incite a rebellion and ultimately lock them away in the fade so they... wait, no.

 

Seriously though, wth fandom?

[NeverlandHunter]

Frankly, I think my issue is more with how they chose to direct/animate that scene. His body language doesn't make sense to me - and my quizzy romanced him too. If that hadn't been the case I might have found his attitude less distressing.

 

I romanced Solas, and post-Trespasser I've spent a lot of time in the character's head - the character as as I understand him., anyway. I know he's afraid how Lavellan is going to react to his secret - who wouldn't be? That theme is woven throughout the whole romance. And he's carrying around the weight of the world, having been unable to share it until now. But in that scene she's  - if not actually dying from the mark, then at least in a substantial amount of pain. His friend, and someone he loves. She needs to give him some reassurance before he shows actual concern? That's just not the Solas I knew, or thought I knew. I wouldn't expect that behaviour from any of my companions ... well, maybe Vivienne (I still think she was deliberately needling me about Solas during our 'spa day'... )

 

Just to be clear, I'm wondering about the design/animation choices made in that scene in Trespasser. I guess they had to make compromises and strike a balance between how the body language is directed for romanced/non-romanced quizzys. But when you're immersed in the game, you're not thinking like that. You take things at face value. And no matter how you rationalize his state of mind, your friend and once-lover acting all cool as cucumbers while you're in such physical distress is going to leave you a little cold ... right? I guess I'm just wondering how much of that is a deliberate choice on Bioware's part. Are they preparing you up for his eventual metamorphosis into an all-out villain? I hope not. But I worry.

It's pretty horrible to put yourself in Lavellan's position. We as players know a lot more than she does and can be comforted by that. That whole Crestwood breakup scene, we know Solas almost gave it all up for Lavellan, she does not. Just think about it... she finds out from him that he had been planning to tear down the Veil from the start, before he met her, and is now planning to do it after they fell in love. Solas went into a relationship with her knowing he was eventually going to end it, and go back to his original world ending plans. Poor Lavellan... finding out he was an ancient elf and Fen'Harel on top of his plans for the future and the way he was acting in the Crossroads. I do not blame anyone's Lavellan who questions her whole relationship with Solas and what she meant to him.

[Illyria]

OK.  The power of the sexy turtleneck has compelled me to fluff.  Featuring grad students Solas and Dorian at a hipster coffee shop, and barista!Lavellan:

 

Spoiler

"You look," Dorian declared, "like an old man.  An old man who smells of mothballs and goes to sleep just after dinner."

 

Solas ignored him.  The leaves were starting to turn, and a bitterly cold breeze snaked into the coffee shop every time someone opened the door.  The library would have been a better bet, except that the undergraduates were all there, cramming for their midterms.  If Sera barged into his study room one more time with questions about "old elf butts on walls"--

 

Dorian took a sip of his tea and sighed contentedly.  "Besides," he added, "how do you expect to get a date looking like that?"

 

"You really don't have anything better to do than criticize my sweater?  I didn't realize you'd given up on qualification exams so easily."  Solas tugged up the collar of his turtleneck and shivered.  Where was that coffee?  At this rate, he might as well live on ramen for a few weeks to afford an espresso machine of his own.  

 

"Small decaf for here!"

 

Solas looked up and felt his stomach lurch.  The pretty barista from last weekend was standing next to their table, his cup of coffee in hand.

 

"Here you go," she said, carefully placing it next to his stack of notes.  "Sorry to keep you waiting."

 

Dorian, of course, was eavesdropping.  Insufferable gossip.  "Thank you," he said, smiling up at her.  Then on a sudden, insane whim, he added, "Are you working next weekend?"

 

She raised an eyebrow at him.  "Who's asking?"

 

"My name is Solas," he said.  "This is my housemate Dorian, who flaked on me for that free Shakespeare festival on Saturday.  Would you like to come with me?"

 

The girl stared.  So did Dorian, teaspoon clattering into his saucer.

 

"I'm on the clock, you don't even know my name, and you're asking me to watch Shakespeare with you," she said flatly.  Before he could read it, she covered up the nametag pinned to her jacket.  

 

Then miraculously, she laughed and shrugged her shoulders.  "Fine, smooth guy.  I don't have plans for Saturday.  When does it start?"

 

"Six."  Solas fought the urge to laugh at Dorian, who looked rather like someone had punched him in the face.

 

"OK.  I'll meet you outside the park subway stop at ten before."  Before he could say anything else, she turned and walked away with a bit of a spring in her step.

 

Dorian's mouth was hanging open now.  "How--what--" 

 

Solas merely smiled and stirred three heaping spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee.  

 

 

Ma nuvenin, falon   And thank you all for the compliments on my goofy fluff.  

 

EDIT:  My likes are back!  *goes back and likes all of you*

 

Spoiler

Lavellan sat on the bench outside the subway station, nose-deep in the latest installment of Swords and Shields.  It was crap, but it was such glorious, smutty crap.  And the descriptions!  Who in the world had "amber eyes that shone like the setting sun?"  Having spent a summer there, those were the last words she'd ever use to describe a Kirkwall cop.

 

A shadow fell over the pages, and she looked up to see the strange guy from last week--Solas--sporting a slightly pained expression. "Please tell me you're reading it ironically," he said.

 

Lavellan rolled her eyes at him.  "You hipsters.  Can't enjoy a piece of trash for what it is."  She stuck the book back in her purse and added, "At least this series is better than his vampire romance."

 

Solas winced.  "I know the guy who wrote those.  He tried to get me to read the first draft."

 

"You--what?"  

 

"He was my RA back in undergrad."  Solas shrugged.  "Now he writes terrible novels for a living, while I eke out a student stipend advancing the world's knowledge."

 

Lavellan looked him up and down.  Thick turtleneck, pens sticking out of his pockets, cheeks and pointed ears turning pink from the cold.  "Somehow, I don't think 'terrible smut novelist' was in the cards for you," she said slowly.  

 

Solas snorted quietly.  "Then I am grateful for that.  Shall we?"  He gestured toward the park, where they could hear music coming from the pavilion in the middle.  Lavellan swiped a playbill from the usher at the park gates and quickly scanned its contents.

 

"Bloody Tragedy Weekend: Macbeth and Titus Andronicus," she read.  "You like your dates fun and upbeat, I see."

 

Even in the orange glow of the streetlight, she could see him turning pinker.  "I...I didn't know--"

 

"Easy."  She smiled at him as they sat down on the wooden benches, wondering when he'd last gone out for anything fun.  If the papers he kept bringing to the coffee shop were any indication, it'd been months for the poor guy.  She could pick out the harried grad students just by looking at them nowadays.  

 

"I'm just teasing.  Macbeth's my favorite tragedy."

 

Solas seized on the change of topic.  "Interesting.  Most people seem to prefer Hamlet."

 

"Hamlet is a whiny ponce who couldn't figure out which end of a sword goes where.  At least Macbeth grew a pair."

 

Now he began to laugh, and it wasn't the dry hipster chuckle she'd expected.  His laughter was warm, happy, and it lit up his whole face.  "I'll have to tell my other housemate that," he said.  "I love watching the vein pulse in her temple."

 

The stage lights came on, and she saw Solas's eyes flick to the place where her nametag would be.  "I'm sorry," he whispered.  "I never got your name."

 

Lavellan shook her head, turning her face to hide her smile.  "Later," she whispered as the lights flashed, and three witches dragged a smoking cauldron on stage.

 

 

I know, I know, an unforgivable sin for a grad student.  But Weekes said caffeine was Solas's sticking point for not liking tea.  He can be the weirdo.

 

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE.

 

Or I wont write any more dom!Alistair.

 

Oh man I love Chloe so much but in my first playthrough of Life is Strange I was such a massive dickwad to her.

 

Chloe blames me for smoking weed? Nope.

Chloe wants me to shoot her drug dealer? Nope.

Chloe wants us to steal the school's disability fund? Nuh-uh.

 

I almost considered standing up for David. Max is such a massive square in that playthrough, I'm quite surprised Chloe still hangs around her.

 

Still kissed her, of course.

 

In my playthrough Max lept out the closet for Chole, took a shot at Frank, and stole the money.

 

Spoiler

And after episode 4 and the revelation that Blackwell did NOTHING to help Chole I'm glad I did. Whatever that money was for it was clearly not for helping students.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could not kill him because that's what he wanted. Death was too good for what he did to the GW, Thedas and his little partnering with the Duchess. And I'm a player who is compassionate, always gives the prisoners a chance and even redeemed Loghain. This guy though... it's just the pure rage he gets from the sentence that makes me pleased I finally riled up the cruel man.

 

And just because it can be cured doesn't mean he will be allowed to receive the cure. Wow... I really hate this man!

 

 

The fact that no other punishment even fazes Erimond is what drove me to dish out Tranquility.  After what he did I wanted him to suffer and it was clear that he didn't see anything else as a punishment.

 

LOL my Warden was a mage so she would accept that it was best for him, but he reaction is what makes it worth it for me.

 

I am a rare one who actually liked Servis though and I admit I let him charm me ugh............

 

You're not rare, trust me.  At least, not around here.

 

I have it, but then again I also have Cole saying he killed the Templar.

 

Sounds like you have bugged banter.  Neither piece was ever meant to be heard in the game.

 

Fade butts?

 

Yes.
 

I do what I can for the People. 

 

Here, have some fly smut. Spoiled for NSFW.

Spoiler

 

5 scarves fluttered in shock out of 5.

 

Taking a break from character creation to bring you more of grad student!Solas and barista!Lavellan's Shakespeare date  Doing my part for post count!

 

Spoiler

It was the goriest production of Macbeth Solas had ever seen--perhaps not the best, but by intermission, the stage was awash in fake blood from the butchered form of Banquo's ghost.  He glanced around from time to time at the families here with their children, but none of them had left.  Presumably, one who was old enough to enjoy Shakespeare was old enough to tolerate some fake blood.

 

Banquo's ghost got up from the ground, shrugged off his bloody sheet to nervous laughter from the audience, and limped to the middle of the stage.  "Folks, intermission will be fifteen minutes!" he called.  "If you like what you've seen so far, you can support us by purchasing refreshments at our concession stand!  We bake some tasty cupcakes!"

 

Solas's stomach rumbled as he realized he'd forgotten all about dinner.  He turned to his companion, who was looking through her playbill.

 

"Would you like anything?" he asked.

 

Her teasing smile was back.  "No, thanks.  Sweet tooth got you?" 

 

Solas blinked at her.  "I'm sorry?"

 

"The first time you came into the coffee shop.  I've never seen anyone tear into a brownie like that," she said.  "You'd think the school starves you--our pastries aren't even that good."

 

She noticed me.

 

The thought crashed through his brain, and it took him a second to realize he was sitting there with his mouth open.  "You would think they starve us," he said quickly, "if you heard my housemates complaining all the time."  He glanced at the concessions up by the stage; a line was already forming for cupcakes.  "One moment."

 

He wound his way through the mix of seated and standing audience until he reached the cupcake line.  He felt around for his phone; one text from Dorian glared up at him from the screen.

 

Are thy mistress's eyes anything like the sun?

 

A feeble attempt, but Dorian was supposed to be studying for written quals.  He'd let it go this time.

 

Go to: you are a saucy boy! he typed back.

 

He was still smiling to himself when he reached the front of the line.  They had chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, and he was grateful for the chatter that concealed his grumbling stomach.  He'd have to take Vivienne's advice and set an alarm for meals, though never in her earshot.

 

Despite his best efforts at dignity, he was already halfway through the cupcake when he got back to his seat.  The barista smiled at him, but thankfully didn't comment.

 

"So," said Solas after swallowing a mouthful of chocolate with some difficulty.  "You have me at a disadvantage."

 

"What?"

 

"You know my name.  You know I like Shakespeare and sweets.  I, on the other hand, barely know anything about you."

 

She made a thoughtful sound and tilted her head as though sizing him up.  "Don't you like a little mystery?"

 

Yes, said his brain.  No, said good sense.

 

"I'm not sure," he said, playing with the cupcake wrapper to give himself some time.  "I cannot say I've ever been in such a situation."

 

"And here I thought you were the weird spontaneous guy who liked asking out random baristas."

 

They laughed together, soft and furtive.  

 

"I can be spontaneous on occasion," he said, testing the waters.  "But random?  Never."

 

He had her.  Now it was her turn to blink at him, startled, her turn to try and say something clever.  But the audience had resumed their seats, and Solas pressed a finger to his lips before turning his attention back to the stage.  Banquo's ghost was gone, leaving a white-faced and trembling Macbeth behind.

 

(Inspired by RL.  My boyfriend and I went to a free production of Macbeth in Griffith Park, and it was gory as all hell  )

 

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE.

[Illyria]

One final bit of fluff before bedtime, to celebrate our FORUM DOMINANCE  Not sure how much further I'll take the crazytrain, but here's the conclusion of the Shakespeare date

 

Spoiler

"Good lady, good sir!  A bit of coin for the humble performers?"
 
"Thank you most graciously, milord!  Your generosity is our livelihood!"
 
"Donate to us, you filthy groundlings, or my decapitated head will be on your dinner table next!"
 
Lavellan laughed and dropped a tip into Banquo's bloody ghost sheet.  He grinned, bowed to her, and hopped over the bench into the next row. The crowd was pushing down the main aisle in droves, so she stayed seated, waiting for them to thin out.

 

"Not as highbrow as you were hoping?" she asked Solas.  

 
"On the contrary.  Shakespeare's plays were written for all levels of society.  Power, intrigue, danger, and sex have always been staples of our entertainment."  Solas picked at the droplet of fake blood staining his collar.  "Though I could have done without the duel in the aisles."
 
Without thinking, she caught his hand and pulled it away from his sweater.  "Stop.  You're rubbing the stain in."
 
Solas curled his fingers around hers.  The light from the stage glinted in his eyes.
 
"And?" he murmured.  
 
"And," she said, trying and failing to control her giddy smile, "I get coffee stains off of the newbies all the time.  Hold still, smooth guy."

 

It took longer than she'd like to admit, fishing around in her purse one-handed.  But eventually, she came up with the little bottle of cleaning spray.  "Hand me your napkin."

 

He didn't let go of her hand.  If anything, he pulled her closer and made a show of fumbling for the napkin.  Lavellan found herself wishing she'd hopped in the shower before heading out; her hair probably still smelled of coffee.

 

When she moved to take the napkin from him, Solas caught her other hand.  "Too easy," he laughed.

 

"Insufferable.  Maybe I should drag you on stage and dunk you in the stuff."

 

Solas didn't even miss a beat.  "If it means you'll continue to fuss over my clothes?  I can hardly object."

 

As Sera sometimes said, "Just kick him in the bits."  Metaphorically speaking.  Before he even had time to blink, Lavellan leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek.  A light, chaste kiss but for her breath lingering on his skin.

 

She thought he would let go of her, or at least freeze, but he turned his face.  Their lips met, and somewhere in the back of her stunned mind, she had to admit that Solas gave as good as he got.  He didn't linger, didn't press, barely ghosted his tongue over her mouth before pulling back.  

 

He tasted like cupcake frosting.

 

"Well..." he whispered, releasing her hands.  He looked as surprised as she felt.  "I--ah--"

 

"Yeah."  

 

Their laughter was nervous this time, each watching the other, waiting for rejection and finding only their own reflections.

 

Lavellan was the first to snap out of it.  The park had almost emptied while they'd been talking.  "Soak the collar in some baking soda paste, and the fake blood will come right out," she said.  "I guess I'll see you on Monday?"

 

"Monday?"

 

"I work mornings.  You and your bitchy friend usually stop by."

 

"Vivienne is not my friend," he said quickly.

 

"Good.  I wouldn't be friends with someone who dumps out anything that isn't cold-press."  She got to her feet, but Solas caught her elbow.

 

"Wait. Don't go."  

 

Now there was definitely a note of desperation in his voice.  "I...still don't know your name."

 

Lavellan hesitated, teetering on the edge.  It wasn't a big secret or anything, and if he really wanted to know, he could just look her up on the employee schedule outside the break room.  But she'd so enjoyed their little game that she couldn't help dragging it out a bit longer.

 

"Have you decided if you like mystery yet?" she asked.

 

Solas froze, and for one heart-stopping moment, she thought she'd pushed too far.  That he'd say no.  But then he relaxed and gave her arm a squeeze.

 

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I think I do."

 

STILL NEED MORE.  I CAN WRITE MORE DOM!ALISTAIR IN RETURN.

 

but .. but ... IT'S SO HARD 

 

He's just such a sad character ;-; 

 

And then realizing that I'm so upset over a person that isn't even real makes me then realize that I need a freakn partner soon or I'm going to lose my mind (in Solavellan hell) 

 

RAIN THE OPTIMISM ALL OVER ME!! I need it, bad 

 

edit: and you guys are all married and stuff and I'm like "At least you have distractions!! Real-person distractions!! From Solas helllll" 

 

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by Panamkira I believe 

 

Not married here.  I do have dogs though.

 

I'm in a long relationship that I now have some doubts about, but we'll see. He doesn't understand why I like Solas as much as I do, though that isn't why. Still, that connection is definitely super important, and it can be good to be there for yourself (and in your case, your kids) for a time too.

 

If you ever need to talk you know I'm here

 

Am I the only one who's only made extremely sad by Fen'Harel!Solas and nothing else  It doesn't turn me on at all

 

If anything it just makes me depressed 

 

I don't like it either.  It's...

 

It's all these mods that a cropping up making him into a generic bad boy.  He's not that kind of wolf.  He's just Solas.  He was never Fen'Harel.  He made himself Fen'Harel so he could do the things he had to do, but that was never him.

[DustyTulip]

edit: and you guys are all married and stuff and I'm like "At least you have distractions!! Real-person distractions!! From Solas helllll" 

 

 

 

I am married and my husband suffers from my Solas antics on daily basis. He has only himself to blame, really, he is the one that got DAI and said that I should play it and that will probably like it. WELL, GUESS WHAT?   So I blame him for all Solas hell I going through.

 

Also I am very jealous of him because when DAII was in production, EA flew my husband all the way to Canada (from London) to talk to BioWare devs and have a look at the game. Husband played the game and apparently was THE ONLY one out of all invited journalists / bloggers to tell the devs he didn't like the game!   (I might have smacked him slightly when I heard that...). So yeah... I am super jelly that I wasn't around at that time. Unfortunately, I don't think EA does that sort of thing for bloggers / videogame journalists anymore 

[neonmoth]

Taking a break from character creation to bring you more of grad student!Solas and barista!Lavellan's Shakespeare date  Doing my part for post count!
 

Spoiler

It was the goriest production of Macbeth Solas had ever seen--perhaps not the best, but by intermission, the stage was awash in fake blood from the butchered form of Banquo's ghost.  He glanced around from time to time at the families here with their children, but none of them had left.  Presumably, one who was old enough to enjoy Shakespeare was old enough to tolerate some fake blood.
 
Banquo's ghost got up from the ground, shrugged off his bloody sheet to nervous laughter from the audience, and limped to the middle of the stage.  "Folks, intermission will be fifteen minutes!" he called.  "If you like what you've seen so far, you can support us by purchasing refreshments at our concession stand!  We bake some tasty cupcakes!"
 
Solas's stomach rumbled as he realized he'd forgotten all about dinner.  He turned to his companion, who was looking through her playbill.
 
"Would you like anything?" he asked.
 
Her teasing smile was back.  "No, thanks.  Sweet tooth got you?" 
 
Solas blinked at her.  "I'm sorry?"
 
"The first time you came into the coffee shop.  I've never seen anyone tear into a brownie like that," she said.  "You'd think the school starves you--our pastries aren't even that good."
 
She noticed me.
 
The thought crashed through his brain, and it took him a second to realize he was sitting there with his mouth open.  "You would think they starve us," he said quickly, "if you heard my housemates complaining all the time."  He glanced at the concessions up by the stage; a line was already forming for cupcakes.  "One moment."
 
He wound his way through the mix of seated and standing audience until he reached the cupcake line.  He felt around for his phone; one text from Dorian glared up at him from the screen.
 
Are thy mistress's eyes anything like the sun?
 
A feeble attempt, but Dorian was supposed to be studying for written quals.  He'd let it go this time.
 
Go to: you are a saucy boy! he typed back.
 
He was still smiling to himself when he reached the front of the line.  They had chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, and he was grateful for the chatter that concealed his grumbling stomach.  He'd have to take Vivienne's advice and set an alarm for meals, though never in her earshot.
 
Despite his best efforts at dignity, he was already halfway through the cupcake when he got back to his seat.  The barista smiled at him, but thankfully didn't comment.
 
"So," said Solas after swallowing a mouthful of chocolate with some difficulty.  "You have me at a disadvantage."
 
"What?"
 
"You know my name.  You know I like Shakespeare and sweets.  I, on the other hand, barely know anything about you."
 
She made a thoughtful sound and tilted her head as though sizing him up.  "Don't you like a little mystery?"
 
Yes, said his brain.  No, said good sense.
 
"I'm not sure," he said, playing with the cupcake wrapper to give himself some time.  "I cannot say I've ever been in such a situation."
 
"And here I thought you were the weird spontaneous guy who liked asking out random baristas."
 
They laughed together, soft and furtive.  
 
"I can be spontaneous on occasion," he said, testing the waters.  "But random?  Never."
 
He had her.  Now it was her turn to blink at him, startled, her turn to try and say something clever.  But the audience had resumed their seats, and Solas pressed a finger to his lips before turning his attention back to the stage.  Banquo's ghost was gone, leaving a white-faced and trembling Macbeth behind.

 
(Inspired by RL.  My boyfriend and I went to a free production of Macbeth in Griffith Park, and it was gory as all hell  )

I love the thought of Solar being housemates with Dorian and Vivienne Is it bad I want to see the scenes from their day to day interactions so bad now (almost as bad as continuation to the Solavellan dating shenanigans)?

  

NSFW 
 
*chop chop*

This reminded me of my entomology module I've taken years ago and the video on mating behaviour of Ceutorhynchus quadridens (small beetle). A homemade masterpiece made by the module leaders and performed by two oblivious yet enthusiastic exchange students. Two guys running around the bushes with large scale models of the beetle... results were amusing, to say the least. This and many many others of their antics made me realise that people who work with insects, insta from me...

...and it's definitely not something I thought I'd share on Solas' thread...

 

Edit: ...and I get the top 

 

You see nothin'... focus on the hips 

 

 

linky

 

though I also love fade nerd jumper Solas the most

[Nightspirit]

In my playthrough Max lept out the closet for Chole, took a shot at Frank, and stole the money.

 

Spoiler

And after episode 4 and the revelation that Blackwell did NOTHING to help Chole I'm glad I did. Whatever that money was for it was clearly not for helping students.

 

If I recall correctly..

Spoiler

They start building a wheelchair ramp to the dorms in ep 4. Maybe it was something else, but I remember Max thinking "I'm glad we didn't steal that money."

 

I was too much of a chicken to leap out of the closet, didn't take a shot at Frank and stood up for David that one time. Chloe gives him too much shit imo.

While I don't agree with many of her ideas, I still like her.

 

Episode 5 is so close...  *vibrates with excitement*

[rowrow]

Poor Lavellan... finding out he was an ancient elf and Fen'Harel on top of his plans for the future and the way he was acting in the Crossroads. I do not blame anyone's Lavellan who questions her whole relationship with Solas and what she meant to him.

 

I was so impressed by Lavellan's relative poise in that scene ... if I had directed that scene I would have put in a ten minute gap of shocked silence while all her mental circuits shorted out one by one

[GoldenGail3]

Yeash! I did Admant with my Lavellen! I have to probaly do two more long hours of fench quest horror and Cullen's personal quest. and I'll be done! Off to the Arbor Wilds! I say! (Is native to say to this, I'll be done... In like... A day. Getting 40 Power points is toture.)

[Shari'El]

 My Trevelyan and Josephine had a fairy tale wedding all of Thedas talked about for months. 

 

Edit: Top Solas. More modern AU Solas, I imagine this one is a CEO of Veil Inc, a company that produces Veil-strengthening artefacts and Orbs. (I told you I haven't had any sleep!) http://harellanart.tumblr.com/

 

 

-snip-

 

 

Pffffffffff

I feel a strong urge to draw AU Solas in a suit, goddamit!

[Tess]

 

 

You see nothin'... focus on the hips 

 

 

linky

 

though I also love fade nerd jumper Solas more

Somehow, I cannot unsee it.
I will always focus on his midriff now.   

[NeverlandHunter]

I was so impressed by Lavellan's relative poise in that scene ... if I had directed that scene I would have put in a ten minute gap of shocked silence while all her mental circuits shorted out one by one

Yeah, the Inquisitor is a badarse being able to take in all the information Solas was throwing at her/him and still push forward with questions, especially for a romanced Lavellan. 

To be honest there are a few gripes I have with that scene, though I do concede that the team probably did the best they could given their limitations. Still, there's something unnatural about the pacing and some of the shifts of tone Solas and the Inquisitor have.

[Shari'El]

 

In my playthrough Max lept out the closet for Chole, took a shot at Frank, and stole the money.

 

Spoiler

And after episode 4 and the revelation that Blackwell did NOTHING to help Chole I'm glad I did. Whatever that money was for it was clearly not for helping students.

 

If I recall correctly..

Spoiler

They start building a wheelchair ramp to the dorms in ep 4. Maybe it was something else, but I remember Max thinking "I'm glad we didn't steal that money."

 

I was too much of a chicken to leap out of the closet, didn't take a shot at Frank and stood up for David that one time. Chloe gives him too much shit imo.

While I don't agree with many of her ideas, I still like her.

 

Episode 5 is so close...  *vibrates with excitement*

 

I didn't let Chloe take the money, as well

Spoiler

And in episode 4 they do indeed start building a wheelchair ramp to the dorms.

 

I think "my" Chloe "hates" me, the only thing I did for her is jump out of the closet and take the blame... Didn't let her take the money, prioritized Kate and generally didn't take her s***, I'm also in the minority that stood up for David (ep 3), went back once to see how it goes when I stand up for Chloe and went back very quick to stand up for David  . She really doesn't like that.