Pre-Evanuris Elgar'nan and Vallira on a chilly night by a fire.
💛 Just an indulgent Valentine's Day piece.💛
🥰 Pre-Evanuris // Pre-Warp
#canonxoc #elgar'nan #elgarnan #evanuris #EvanurisOC #AncientArlathan #DragonAge #Valentine'sDay
Elgy's wish, to rule with Solas at his side :]
(updated drawing)
#DragonAge #solar'nan #Elgar'nan #Solas #elgarnan #AncientArlathan
Arlathan was truly a well-oiled machine of a city and an utopia for the average Elvhen who only looked on the surface level. Beneath all that glamour, however, was poverty and a growing civil unrest of the lower class. Food and market prices were far too high, catering more to the largest group rather than everyone. Many Elvhen came to Arlathan to survive a sweeping famine that had been plaguing the farmlands, a result of poor harvest yield multiple years in a row for one reason or another. Entire families were out there starving to death while the nobles and other high class Elvhen sat on their wealth as if they hadn't a clue. Ellipsus
#WIPWednesday
I am not making a lot of quick progress on my fic. 😭 I'm at a stage of "do I want to write it like this or rewrite it again?" (The roughest of rough drafts)
#DragonAge #AncientArlathan #FanficWIP
"Arlathan looked beautiful in the sunset that evening; tall buildings glittering like granite against the multicolored light shooting across the sky, waterfalls from the various aqueducts shimmering with rainbows from refracted light, and the gigantic Elvhen statues dotting the outskirts of the city proudly proclaiming 'we are here.'" The market in the main plaza was crowded with Elvhen going about their business. It wasn't quite as busy as it was during the morning when there was fresh produce to be gathered, but the evening was the best time to purchase freshly butchered meats or to grab cooked dinner from the stalls. The noise level was high, and spirits just as much, as market-goers and stall-runners alike gossiped about the latest goings-on in the capital city." Deeper in the city, shops were closed for the night, aside from the various pubs and taverns which remained open and quite packed. Drinks like wine and mead were served, with plenty of jovial conversation and even sly..." — written by Krystal Moon (aka StrawberryWolferz)
Ellipsus is such a treat to write on. Here's a bit of my rough draft of a prologue to a new fic I'm starting just because I am so obsessed with how Ellipsus looks and feels 💛
#ancientarlathan #fanfic
"That is in the past," Mythal sighed. "The past doesn't matter. What matters is the future and what we can do to change it." "The past doesn't matter?!'" Andruil whirled on Mythal. "You really going to say that!?" Elgar'nan lifted a hand up, gesturing for Andruil to remain calm. "Are you hearing this shit!?" she demanded at him, nostrils flaring in anger as she gestured at Mythal. He lowered his hand as she turned back to Mythal. "I buried my kin!" Andruil gestured to her chest, her voice straining. "Fellow spirits! Friends! Are you really telling me that they didn't matter!?" "That's not what we are discuss" "That's what you said!" Andruil took a step toward her, pointing. "They are in the past and the past doesn't matter. That is what you said." "Well of course they matter—" "Shut the fuck up," Andruil dismissed Mythal with an angry gesture, crossing her arms over her chest. "Excuse me!?" Mythal's eyes flared widely as she moved forward. "Watch your tone." "Or what!?" Andruil bared her teeth at Mythal, flashing the sharp canines all Elvhen had. "The only one of us that has power over anyone here is Elgar'nan. Not you. You're just the broken bitch he stuffs!" "Enough!" Elgar'nan thundered before Mythal could counter. "No, please, let them continue. It was just getting good," Falon'Din chuckled. "Fal..." Sylaise admonished. "What?" He shrugged. "This is quality entertainment."
I wanted to share some writing that was only being used to help develop the world of my headcanon (and won't make it onto Ao3)
Andruil cussing Mythal out.
#evanuris #DragonAge #AncientArlathan
detailed portrait of an elven man with curled horns from the thighs up. he has long blond hair, green eyes, and detailed tattoos covering his face and neck. he wears elaborate armor in gold and enamel, with a dark grey-blue cloak over it, tied with a belt. at his side is a sword covered in moss and vines, and he has his arms crossed. the background is a light green with thin black bordering lines, white lines surrounding the man, and vine decals.
dareth'inan - sentinel of mythal, guardian of the greenvault, arcane warrior. 🌳
my take on the arcane warrior tarot card featuring my ancient elf oc :) he's the green knight of serault. #dragonage #ancientarlathan #dragonagefanart
Free from my artblock (for now) and the brainworms demanded I temporarily resurface to throw this into my collection of Elgar'nan art.
This is a scene from a fic I'm in the process of writing.
#elgar'nan #Evanuris #AncientArlathan #DragonAge #DAFanart #FanArt #EvanurisOC
they are having a good time
#dragonagefanart #solar'nan #solas #elgar'nan #elgarnan #solarnan #solasxelgarnan #ancientarlathan
Solavellan + Arlathan AU
very fond of this comic
#dragonage #arlathanau #ancientarlathanau #ancientarlathan
#solavellan #solavellanhell #solas #art #daart #fanart #comic
My OC's awakening as a goddess. This is Da'mithra (little moon.) I'll share more about her in another post later. This is ancient Arlathan times, post Titan War, but Pre-Elgar'nan using the blight
#ancientarlathan #dragonage #Elgarnan #Elgar'nan #dragonageoc
First chapter of the fox and the wolf is out! Join Solas and Haleir in Ancient Elvhenan as the roots of the rebellion are being planted.
read it on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/637156...
#solavellan #ancientarlathan
His head pounds and blood drips down his nose at the effort to force his whims on a spirit of Pride, even a creature that had once been a part of him. Staggering, feet dragging, the spirit approaches. “<em>Solasan</em>,” he says, his words a sweet temptation, “a prideful place. Suitable for a spirit, yes?” He tempts the poor spirit with poisoned fruit, blood spurting out of the wounds on his legs and feet into the fire below as he struggles to maintain a connection powered by his own stolen blood. The spirit struggles against the bindings placed upon its newborn mind but he pushes, speaking the name of this place. “A kingdom for Pride. It will be yours. All yours,” he says, half-mad with desperation and blood loss. “Take your throne.” “So small and weak. Pathetic little Wisdom,” Pride says, disgusted.
Tackling Solas’ imprisonment at Solasan in the one-shot I’m working on. 👀 #Solas #dai #AncientArlathan
#solavellan #dragonagecomic #ancientarlathan #solavellansmut #spicyfanart #romancecomic #elflovers #myart
First three chapters (and a hecking 18K words) available for my new fic #TheGildedPath <3
#AncientArlathan #Solavellan #Fanfiction
archiveofourown.org/works/627552...
I've got a new #Solavellan #AncientArlathan #Fanfiction WIP
archiveofourown.org/works/627552...
Set post-trespasser, Ellana finds herself thrown back in time to ancient arlathan after a ritual to find Solas goes awry. She lands there without her memories, and wearing Elgar'nan's vallaslin.
Wonderful #Solavallen artwork by the hugely talented @kaninsart.bsky.social for my fic #HeartoftheDreadwolf
#AncientArlathan is a vibe, city of love <3
archiveofourown.org/works/614168...
