#ghilanel lavellan

[impossible-rat-babies]

—> Ghilanel Lavellan

Another one of my giveaway prizes, this time for @sulevinblade ! Thank you so much, she was wonderful to draw for you!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #da: inquisitor #f!lavellan #myart #drawing #procreate #ghilanel lavellan

[sulevinblade]

I'll see you in the future when we're older And we are full of stories to be told Cross my heart and hope to die I'll see you with your laughter lines

I was fortunate enough to score not one but TWO beautiful commission pieces from @sunshinemage this week and this is the first one! I wanted something of Ghilanel that was, “softer, happier, before everything goes to hell, etc.” and they delivered in spaaaaaaaaaaades, JUST LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS. My heart is light, my fields are fertile, my skin is clear from this art, thank you so so so so so much ;_;

#LOOK AT THE COLORS #they're so natural and light #it reminds me SO much of the brecilian forest from dao somehow #and the little butterflies #and her hair and her freckles and her smile #and ofc the sunlight aaaaaaah I'M JUST SO HAPPY #my baby girl #it's my baby girl #ghilanel lavellan #oc aesthetics

[veridium]

G H I L A N E L   L A V E L L A N 

Inquisitor // Elf // Shy & Strong Badass

Thank you to @sulevinblade for the commission. Ghilanel is such a vivid and wonderful character, and her aesthetics are on point! I hope you like it!

#kofi commissions #oc moodboards #other people's ocs #ghilanel lavellan #thank you! #pizza commissions

[gremlinquisitor]

Ship-a-thon

Tagged by @cullenlovesmen, thank you!

Tagging @hollyand-writes @barbex @natsora @sulevinblade and anyone else who wants to do the thing!

1. First ship you ever wrote fic for: Sulahn/Blackwall (If we’re going farther back, Sherlock/John)

2. Ship you write the most now: Padi Hawke/Sebastian, with Bellial/Blackwall being a close second.

3. Ship you read the most now: Carver/Merrill, technically, because I’m currently reading 2 longfics where they’re together or going to get there, and then also Cullen/Sebastian for the same reason.

4. Newest ship: Cassandra/Carver is a thing that I am looking at and wondering about and considering how it would work, and it’s all @barbex‘s fault for writing their banter so well even if they aren’t together in the fic. They could be though, if he’s a Templar and he follows Cullen from Kirkwall to Haven. It could happen.

5. Rare ship you wanna read more of: Bethany/Alistair is the first that comes to mind, but really I’d like to read more rarepairs just as it is, I don’t read enough, I don’t think. Also anything with Krem, I love that man.

6. Your taboo ship: I have read and enjoyed a G-rated, no-one-takes-clothes-off Warden/Architect fic, and I liked it. I am a sucker for kind monsters that look like they’re seeking redemption and/or want to help the heroes.

7. They never met in canon ship: Bethany/Alistair. I mean depending on your world state they might for a minute in DA2, but I dunno that that’s the same thing. I like the idea of Warden!Bethany and Alistair. 

8. Your unexpected ship: Cullen/Sebastian. I have to admit I wasn’t at all sure what I thought of it at first, but I have been converted by how @cullenlovesmen writes them together.

9. The ship you always forget to give love to: Eorryn Cousland/Alistair Theirin. They’re just happily following their canon timeline, separated but destined to get back together and cure the Blight and live to a ripe old age, and you can’t convince me otherwise. Second runner up here is Padi/Anders, because they really were happy for a while and I want to prove it.

10. Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): That’s what I do. c:

11. Ship you’re embarrassed to ship: None, really. Architect/Warden is probably the closest I get, if only because it is so predictable that I would look at the kind(ish) monster who seems to want to help and be like: That One Is The One I Want

12. Your most romantic ship: Bellial/Blackwall. Kelly/Josephine is gonna be right up there once I get to them, too.

13. Your sexiest ship: Bellial/Blackwall. They have... so much sex, and she is so unapologetic in her sensuality that her just existing within 3 feet of him is a turn-on, and she knows it, and it’s wicked but they both like it.

14. Your most tragic ship: Padi/Anders. My playlist for them is just called The Bad End.

15. A ship you want more content for: Ghilanel Lavellan/Happiness @sulevinblade

#about me #memes #crown queuel

[gwynbleiddyn]

✓ Ghilanel Lavellan and/or Leohta Aeducan and your choice for your side? (Clan Severan are all so cool, I can't choose.)

send me ✓and my muse will state one thing they find attractive about your muse

F r ES h Bl  O OD [ahem] ahh yes, yes, don’t worry i gotchu

Ghilanel --

Calahan is definitely going to be the guy who’d relate to Ghilanel purely and simply because he is Bird Dad Supreme, and looks after a small group of snowy owls that seem to have taken roost in one of Skyhold’s seldom used outbuildings. 10/10 would introduce Ghilanel to his owl-children very seriously and describe their routine in GREAT detail. Also, he’d really like her sweet nature -- Cal comes across as a big, rough and tough kind of soldier, but he really ain’t. 

Leohta --

I actually think Esaan for this one - he’s a quiet boy, gentle boy, but would definitely appreciate how firm and intelligent she is. He’s constantly seeking knowledge to make up for the image of him being a mindless brute -- being able to change that is important to him, and someone like Leohta would inspire him!

#these were really fun thank you!!! #i love your crew like im just reading about them now and LORDT #sulevinblade

[adaar-i]

Ghilanel Lavellan for @sulevinblade

#myart #dai #dragon age #fanart #other peoples ocs

[sulevinblade]

SPEAKING OF GHILANEL AND FENRIS, I was lucky enough to get a commission slot with @pegaeae and look at this darling pair!!! Ghil’s tucked in little feet, FENRIS’S EXPRESSION, her freckles, her hair, his hands, I love everything about this. Thank you so much, and guys, you should definitely commission Logan before he closes them, ok, go do that.

#fenris's face #was designed to murder me personally #that and his hands #this is so sweet and charming #THANK YOU LOGAN #i meant to show this off way sooner #but i kept thinking of it on mobile #ANYWAY LOOK AT THEM #fenris #ghilanel lavellan #fenghil #is that a thing i can call them #commissions

[sulevinblade]

About the Character: Ghilanel

Tagged by: @mocha-writes, thank you so much!!

I’ll tag: @gremlinquisitor, @ladylike-foxes, @goblin-deity, @talesfromthefade, and @gothkimmyschmidt!!

― your muse’s name:

Ghilanel Lavellan

― one favourite picture / faceclaim of your muse:

― two headcanons you have for your muse:

Varric’s nickname for her is Dandelion, in part because of her yellow hair and in part because she’s hardy and sometimes unwelcome, especially to those who don’t know how much potential she has (including herself)

She adapts readily to human clothes and footwear and continues wearing them even after the events of Trespasser

― three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

Reading. She’s a poor reader when she attends the Conclave but practices hard, mostly out of necessity. When she realizes the Inquisitor is struggling, Cassandra involves herself, and yes, Varric’s books are involved eventually

Bird watching. At first it’s literally just looking at birds but, especially in the field, Lace is able to help her get more familiar with the local species and expand her own knowledge.

Hanging out with other people! She doesn’t really like being alone so she’ll often be found at the Rest listening to the Chargers’ stories, or reading out loud to Solas while he paints, or (especially!) hanging out in the Undercroft with Dagna and Harritt

― seven people your muse loves / likes:

Solas, Dorian, Cassandra, Bull, Varric, Sulahnassan, and Merrill. There’s really no one in the Inquisition she doesn’t care about but these are her top seven.

― a phobia your muse has:

She’s terrified of having her eyes covered or her throat held or restricted. Getting her vallaslin was traumatic for her and because it involved both of these things to some extent, she really can’t tolerate either of them. 

#ghilanel lavellan #oc meme #this was surprisingly challenging #coming up with hobbies for her is so tough? #and she also loves fenris and josie and cole a LOT but the list only said seven so

[sulevinblade]

A DWC prompt! "I saved you a piece." Cassandra, to the character of your choice.

Thanks so much!!  Cassandra offers some help to Ghilanel at the Winter Palace, good for all audiences but cw for mild discussion of body image and disordered eating, ~1300 words. For @eradikater and @dadrunkwriting!

“Inquisitor.”

Ghilanel shakes her head to dispel the fuzzy feeling that keeps creeping up on her and turns to face Cassandra. None of her companions look particularly comfortable in the red and blue attire Josephine settled on for their appearance at Halamshiral, but somehow Cassandra looks even more uncomfortable than the rest. Even as Ghilanel looks at her, Cassandra rolls her shoulders and neck as though it will magically make the clothes more forgiving. It’s a feeling Ghilanel knows well; she’s wondered more than once tonight how she’ll lift a sword tonight if she has to. It hasn’t come up yet, but the night is still young.

“… Inquisitor?”

A slow blink and a nod. Ghilanel’s mind wandered in the short span of time she was looking at Cassandra. That’s certainly not a good sign.

“Yes, sorry. Was there something you needed?”

“Not precisely. It is more, I think, something you need. Come.” The way she turns leaves little room for debate, so Ghilanel gives one last glance behind her at the train of nobles still entering from the garden then follows, hands clasped gently behind her back to hide the way they’re shaking.

Cassandra leads her to a balcony, deserted for now but still buzzing with the sounds of socializing from both the inside and outside of the palace. She rushes forward, swatting out in front of her with one hand. “Shoo! That’s not for you.” Ghilanel observes a little songbird skipping backward along with balcony’s rail then taking off. When she looks at her again, Cassandra’s produced two delicate plates from behind one of the slim lampposts on the balcony’s corner.

“It’s really not fair to blame the bird. You didn’t exactly do a good job hiding those.” Cassandra huffs softly and offers one of the plates to her.

“Perhaps not but I didn’t expect to be gone long. This is spice cake, not overly rich and the frosting is not too sweet. I saved you a piece.”

Ghilanel can feel her face heating up as she shakes her head. “You didn’t need to do that, Cassandra, it’s too early for something so swee–”

“It could only be too early if you had eaten anything else before this but you and I both know that isn’t the case.” Cassandra thrusts the plate at her again and Ghilanel takes it, looking down at the dessert. It does look delicious, the frosting creamy and patterned with gold leaf, but the thought of putting it in her mouth makes her stomach clench.

“It’s nothing to worry about, really, just some normal pre-Empire-shifting jitters keeping my appetite down. I promise, once this is all finished I’ll have the Skyhold chefs make one of these and you can watch me eat the entire thing.” She forces a smile as she moves to set the plate down on the railing again. Cassandra leans back on the rail herself, breaking off a piece of her own cake with her fork. 

“Because after this is all over you won’t be forced to compare yourself to these tiny Orlesian nobles.” She eats the cake, closing her eyes to savor it before continuing. “I don’t think I have seen you eat a proper meal since Josephine told you we were coming here. It’s one thing to pass them in Skyhold but quite another to have to spend an evening among them, isn’t it.”

Well. So much for leaving Vivienne at Skyhold to avoid a conversation exactly like this. She knew the Grand Enchanter had noticed the change and had begun deliberately avoiding her during mealtimes, and while Ghilanel certainly didn’t think Cassandra was inobservant, she hadn’t expected her to call her out like this. She sighs and shakes her head, glancing back over her shoulder into the palace where the most powerful women in Orlais float by, slim above their wide skirts and silent until spoken to. They remind her of bells with no clapper inside, beautiful but useless. Why do they make her feel so inadequate?

“I’m already at a disadvantage here.” Ghilanel looks down and starts breaking the cake up with her fork, not eating any yet but needing something to do, some other way to occupy her attention while she speaks. “A woman in the garden called me rabbit as soon as she saw me. I’m the Inquisitor but that doesn’t matter here. I thought if I could at least be a little more like them, it might make all this easier.” 

“Does your attire fit any differently now than it did when you first tried it on?” Cassandra takes another bite and shakes her head. “I know mine doesn’t and I doubt yours has changed either.” She looks up, awaiting Ghilanel’s response, then continues on when Ghilanel also shakes her head. “Your body serves a purpose and so do theirs. Yours is shaped by your training, as is mine and as are theirs. They have different purposes and different training, so you and they have different bodies, but neither you nor they are able to achieve that purpose if you don’t eat properly.”

“And how many of them did you see gathered around this cake?” It’s a small, petty thing to say and she can hear it in her own voice, but Cassandra just laughs softly.

“Do you want to know a secret? Every woman in there ate a full meal before being laced into her corset, and she will eat another when she takes it off. I know because it is no different in Nevarra, except that our food is sometimes better. It lets them create the illusion of never eating while also being able to perform to their fullest.” Cassandra scrapes the end of the frosting off her plate and sets it aside, turning her full attention to Ghilanel again. “You as well need to be at your full strength, both physically and mentally. The Game is demanding and you will need to play it well, and I have no doubt there will be blood shed before the end of the night, too. It would trouble me greatly if it were yours, but even moreso if it was because you were starving while trying to lead us. This is really not the best thing for you to eat to get your strength up but it’s better than nothing and I didn’t think you would be swayed by a plate of cheese.”

She’s right, of course, in a way Ghilanel can feel in her bones even if she still doesn’t quite feel it in her stomach. Ghilanel doesn’t reply as she pushes the cake around on her plate before finally lifting a bite to her mouth. It’s delicious, light and spicy with the frosting just sweet enough to act as a counterpoint. It takes all her willpower not to shovel the rest into her mouth now that she’s acknowledged just how hungry she is. Finally, plate cleaned, she looks shyly at Cassandra. “I don’t suppose there was any real food at that table?”

“Not really, but there was cheese and some cured meats, both of which will be more satisfying than this.” Cassandra extends a hand and Ghilanel offers her the empty plate. “I will eat with you, if you’d like.”

“I’d appreciate that, Cassandra. And… thank you for looking out for me.” It’s embarrassing to know how transparent she was, but it’s also comforting to be so understood without having to explain herself.

“Of course. You are my friend, your well-being is important to me. And you should know,” she says, stopping directly in front of her and resting her free hand on one of Ghilanel’s wrists, “you are more beautiful than any of those women in there as far as I’m concerned. They don’t know you as I do, and that is entirely their loss.” The sincerity gets the better of Cassandra and she turns quickly to leave the balcony. “I’ll be back shortly.”

It’s Ghilanel’s turn to laugh as Cassandra flees, but when she looks down at her hands, the shaking’s stilled. It’s not going to get any easier from here, but at least now it won’t be as hard as it could have been.

#eradikater #ghilanel lavellan #my writing #cw body image #cw disordered eating #dadwc #dwc #cassandra pentaghast #their friendship is so important to me #and if anybody could understand i think it would be cassandra

[sulevinblade]

For the DADWC: noceur - one who stays up late, for the character of your choice!

Two in one again this week, but they go hand in hand since my prompt from @talesfromthefade/@4vrafangirl was marcid, meaning incredibly exhausted. I also made a little challenge for myself this week, so according to wordcounter.net this fill is exactly 1000 words. Ghilanel/Solas, slightly sad but mostly fluff, G, post-Adamant. For @dadrunkwriting!!

He finds her, of all places, in Skyhold’s prison, or rather in the unstable conglomeration of bricks and boards they call the prison. It’s not fit for any prisoner no matter how despised and certainly not for the Inquisitor, but there she sits, legs crossed under her and her back against one of the more solid parts of the stone wall. Solas seeks a place where the creak of old wood will give him away to avoid startling her. He finds it and sees her head turn in the dark. In here, the only natural light is what’s reflected from the snow and ice outside and tonight is particular dim. It makes the Anchor seem that much brighter, though right now its magic seems calm.

“Ghilanel. We’re closer now to dawn than sunset. Surely you must be tired.” He approaches until he’s standing across from her. Still in the leathers she favors in the fortress; has sleep even crossed her mind? She tilts her head back and peers up at him and he wonders if she’ll deny the exhaustion that carved in her face.

“Oh, very. Incredibly exhausted, actually. I was just considering that phrase when you came in, wondering if anyone knows what it’s really like to be more tired than you believed possible. Exhausted in a way that’s beyond credibility.” Her words are gently slurred and she’s babbling in a way that would be charming if it weren’t clearly an effort to keep herself awake. 

Solas crouches, offers her his hands, and she slides her left hand between his. It’s cold, of course, and the tingle of the Anchor’s particular magic makes him shiver. “Is this what keeps you up? Does it hurt?”

She hums affirmatively before speaking. “It kept me from falling asleep but it’s been all right for a while now. Now it’s just…” Ghilanel goes quiet, her gaze rolling up to the ceiling, and he tightens his hand around hers. “You’ll think it’s silly, Solas.”

“Never, vhenan.”

“I can’t bear the dreams. I’m sure it sounds absurd to you but I lack your skills, among others.” Her laugh is humorless but his heart aches to hear it. “Ever since we returned from Adamant. I know it’s not possible, that… that whatever happened to the Champion, there’s no way he’s coming into my dreams, but it’s all I dream of.” She lowers her gaze again, locking eyes with him. “Unless you think it might be possible? The Anchor, you said it gives me access to the Fade in ways someone who isn’t a mage simply shouldn’t have. Do you suppose it might work both ways? That someone in the Fade, intent on finding me, might be able to do so?”

“It’s only something usually considered in the context of demons seeking a body to possess in this world but they do seek out their victims. However,” he continues as her eyes widen and her breath stops, “Hawke was not himself a mage so I suspect his ability to communicate through the Veil would be minimal at best.” And that was assuming the man still lived, something Solas doubted but admitting that would serve no one right now. “I believe this is something much more mundane. They are nightmares, the result of what you experienced but nothing more threatening than that.”

“That’s the thing, he’s not threatening. He’s just lost.” Her voice is soft, almost nothing to it but the breath he can see before her face as she speaks. “Lost and sad and desperate, calling out for me, Varric, Anders, even for Justice. It would be easier if he were angry, but this is as though his task is finished and he’s still abandoned there. He did what he was supposed to but still got left alone in the end.” 

As she speaks, her chin lowers toward her chest and Solas has never been so glad for the camouflage of darkness. He takes a long moment to swallow the words trying to climb their way out of him then brushes his free hand against her cheek and through her hair. “Not every hero is bereft in the end, vhenan. You will not be left alone with your nightmares. You need not even be alone with them now. If you wanted, I could help.” A change of subject, a pivot away from the fact that he cannot promise to be the one who will stay when all this is done. For now, everything he can offer is hers.

She’s quick to shake her head, though she does lean into his touch. “No, no, I think now I should be able to fall asleep. I’m tired enough, at least.” Ghilanel wears a sloppy smile when she lifts her head, then offers him her other hand. “Though if you wanted, I would appreciate it if you’d come upstairs with me. Just to sleep, just so I don’t have to fall asleep alone. I don’t know if it will help with the dreams but it can’t hurt.”

Solas takes her other hand in his and braces himself, tugging to encourage her to stand up. She moves slowly like a drunk, stiff from sitting in the cold and unstable in her exhaustion, but she leans against him immediately once she’s on her feet. “Certainly. If nothing else, I’ll light the fire, warm the room to help.”

“You’ll wave your hand, so generous,” she replies with a genuine laugh as they start up the stairs, still hand in hand. “Unless you intend to start it without magic in which case I won’t be able to sleep because I want to watch.”

“If you insist, I can certainly try.” And succeed almost as quickly as starting the fire with magic, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“No. I’d rather have you close.” Ghilanel stops at the top of the stairs, just before the door to let them back into the courtyard. “And you’ll stay till I wake up?”

“Of course, emma lath.”

#my writing #contreparry #talesfromthefade #4vrafangirl #dadwc #dwc #ghilanel lavellan #solas #solavellan #I DID IT I DID A FILL #elfebruary2019

[sulevinblade]

Six Sentence Sunday

Easy enough, share six sentences from a WIP! I was tagged by @bitchesofostwick, thank you so much!! And I’m gonna tag @will-and-her-fandoms (I know you just posted but I wanna see more), @gothkimmyschmidt, @mocha-writes, @talesfromthefade, @apostatetabris, and @mhandersmyheart (for any blog, T)! No pressure, though, I know it’s late in the day/actually already Monday for some of you.

Have some frustrated Ghilanel:

In a flash she's on her feet again, heart pounding as she gasps around the sobs. "I have asked again and again for help and all I've ever gotten was deference as if I knew anything about what was going on. This is the fate of the world and I'm feeling my way in the dark because let me tell you, if you think this, this thing," she throws up the hand with the Anchor on it, glaring at the dim green illumination it offers, "has any answers then you're sorely mistaken. And now, the one time I make a decision that I think is in the best interest of this Inquisition without asking for the guidance you've all been so determined to withhold until now, suddenly I am a disappointment and a failure. Maybe if you'd been there before this when I needed help I wouldn't have done this but I have and now you all have something to say about it, but make no mistake: I am the one who will have to live with it. Me. So I'm sorry if it seems like I can't bear the weight of this decision but you haven't even given me a chance to take strength from it yet."

#six sentence sunday #ghilanel lavellan #she's had a very long day is all #this thing needs a title #it technically has one but idk about it #ANYWAY ENJOY #my writing

[sulevinblade]

OC Negative Traits

Me replying to Kimmy’s reply: I think I got tagged on this meme... Turns out it was @gothkimmyschmidt who tagged me! I just have such a backlog but I’m working on it! In the meantime, tagging @gremlinquisitor, @apostatetabris, @thereluctantinquisitor, @saphyremelodies, and @bitchesofostwick <3

Bold is always, italic is sometimes or situational!

Ghilanel Lavellan

absent-minded | addict | aggressive | aloof | antisocial | arrogant | authoritarian | biased | bitter | blasé | blithe | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | childish | cold/cold-hearted | complacent | compulsive | conceited | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | deceptive| deceitful | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | disloyal | disrespectful | distant | distractible | disputatious | disobedient | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | facetious | finicky | foolish | forgetful | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | haughty | hypocritical | indulgent | impatient | impolite | impulsive | inconsistent | inconsiderate | indifferent | insecure | insensitive | irresponsible | irritable | intimidating | judgmental | kidnapper | kinslayer | lazy | liar | loud | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | mean | merciless| messianic | messy | mischievous | mistrusting | moody |  murderer | narrow-minded | naughty | nonchalant | obsessive | opinionated | obtrusive | over-bearing | over-confident | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | passive-aggressive | patronizing | petty | pompous | presumptuous | proud | remote | repressed | ridiculous | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-centered | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | single-minded | taciturn | timid | temperamental | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful | weak-willed | workaholic

Jonah Hawke

absent-minded | addict | aggressive | aloof | antisocial | arrogant | authoritarian | biased | bitter | blasé | blithe | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | childish | cold/cold-hearted | complacent | compulsive | conceited | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | deceptive| deceitful | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | disloyal | disrespectful | distant | distractible | disputatious | disobedient | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | facetious | finicky | foolish | forgetful | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | haughty | hypocritical | indulgent | impatient | impolite | impulsive | inconsistent | inconsiderate | indifferent | insecure | insensitive | irresponsible | irritable | intimidating | judgmental | kidnapper | kinslayer | lazy | liar | loud | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | messy | mischievous | mistrusting | moody |  murderer | narrow-minded | naughty | nonchalant | obsessive | opinionated | obtrusive | over-bearing | over-confident | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | passive-aggressive | patronizing | petty | pompous | presumptuous | proud | remote | repressed | ridiculous | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-centered | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | single-minded | taciturn | timid | temperamental | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful | weak-willed | workaholic

Leohta Aeducan

absent-minded | addict | aggressive | aloof | antisocial | arrogant | authoritarian | biased | bitter | blasé | blithe | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | childish | cold/cold-hearted | complacent | compulsive | conceited | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | deceptive | deceitful | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | disloyal | disrespectful | distant | distractible | disputatious | disobedient | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | facetious | finicky | foolish | forgetful | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | haughty | hypocritical | indulgent | impatient | impolite | impulsive | inconsistent | inconsiderate | indifferent | insecure | insensitive | irresponsible | irritable | intimidating | judgmental | kidnapper | kinslayer | lazy | liar | loud | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | messy | mischievous | mistrusting | moody |  murderer | narrow-minded | naughty | nonchalant | obsessive | opinionated | obtrusive | over-bearing | over-confident | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | passive-aggressive | patronizing | petty | pompous | presumptuous | proud | remote | repressed | ridiculous | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-centered | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | single-minded | taciturn | timid | temperamental | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful | weak-willed | workaholic

#i was going to do varevas but i'm running out of gas #leohta aeducan #ghilanel lavellan #jonah hawke #meme

[sulevinblade]

Tagged by @mocha-writes, thank you so much! And tagging @gremlinquisitor, @gothkimmyschmidt, @ladylike-foxes, @will-and-her-fandoms, and @veridium-bye!

Name: Ghilanel Lavellan

Age: 32 at the Conclave

Race/Ethnicity: Elf

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Special Abilities: Not shabby with a big ass sword, can cancel magic and its effects to a certain extent, able to repair and adjust her own and others’ arms and armour in the field (much to Herritt’s consternation, I’m sure, since can doesn’t always mean should)

–> Associations

Colour(s): Golden yellow, red, pink

Animal(s): Hare

Themes/Words: order, bravery, growth

Season: late spring

–> Background + Family

Birthplace: among Clan Lavellan, outside Wycome, Free Marches

Titles and Jobs: Apprentice blacksmith, delegation bodyguard, Inquisitor

Family: Two parents, both alive, and one older brother (some day I will flesh her family out so they’re more than just disappointed spectres in her past but, uh, not today)

–> Personality + Morals

Personality Traits: Friendly, selfless, optimistic, outgoing, self-deprecating, gullible, indecisive

Fears: failing (either legitimately or in the perception of others), having her eyes covered or her throat constricted, magic to an extent

Liked Traits in Others: Honesty, empathy, decisiveness

Disliked Traits in Others: Judgemental, dismissive, impatient

–> Interests + Favourites

Favourite Foods: Bread, fresh fruit (especially pears and apples)

Favourite Weather: Summer morning

Favourite Animals: BIRDS, she loves birds, horses, halla

Hobbies/interests: Smithing, card games, cartography and navigation (once she learns how to properly read a map she discovers she really enjoys it, even if it ought to be fairly straightforward, and she’s interested in learning how to make them)

–> Other Relationships

Current Romantic Partner (if any): Solas, Fenris

Closest Friends: Dorian Pavus, Cassandra Pentaghast

#i thought about doing this for more kids #but i have so many mentions i want to reply to!!! #so just ghilanel for now #ghilanel lavellan #my ocs

[sulevinblade]

gothkimmyschmidt replied to your post: About the Character: Ghilanel

Cassandra helping her w her reading 😭😭😭😭👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

RIGHT? They’re actually genuinely close, their friendship means so much to me, and I think Cassandra would be a good teacher! It might take some convincing to keep her from trying to teach Ghilanel by using the Chant, but once they get onto the same wavelength a little more, it’s all Hard in Hightown and Tale of the Champion, all the time. (Cassandra still won’t let her read Swords & Shields.)

#gothkimmyschmidt #ghilanel lavellan

[sulevinblade]

OC Three Things Meme

Tagged by the always lovely @mocha-writes aaaand @bitchesofostwick, thank you both <3

Tagging @gremlinquisitor, @luciferesque, @tevinter-amatus, @will-and-her-fandoms, @gothkimmyschmidt, @saphyremelodies and @thereluctantinquisitor

rules: say the first three things that you think of when you think of your OC(s)! (without an explanation of course)

Ghilanel Lavellan: ballet flats, armour, smiling

Varevas Lavellan: fire with no smoke, sharp teeth, white leather

Leohta Aeducan: lapis lazuli, driftwood, hands inside gauntlets

Jonah Hawke: blue eyes, sadness, open sky

Sarenan Boranehn: steel, bad blood, lungs aching from running

#ghilanel is cheating a little #as soon as i saw this tag i was like #ghilanel is ballet flats #and then haven't really been able to think about anything since #anyway have the big four #with sarenan who sprung like 75% formed into my head the other day #still working out some timeline kinks with her #ghilanel lavellan #varevas lavellan #leohta aeducan #jonah hawke #sarenan boranehn #meme

[sulevinblade]

Da DWC! hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. for ghilanel :D

Thank you for the prompt! ~860 words, G, set prior to the events of the game.  For @dadrunkwriting!

She’s seventeen when it’s decided she’ll be apprenticed to a seth’lin who is himself only the assistant to a blacksmith in Wycome. She spent two years working to master the bow, two more trying instead to master the crafting of them, and one more at the edge of the city and of the clan learning the ways of trade and barter. Were it not for the last, and the fact that the master craftsman of the clan acknowledging she did have a feel for balance and weight, Ghilanel might never have found a true use for herself inside the clan. Her hands are too unsteady for archery or the delicate task of woodworking, but metal is more forgiving as long as you respect it, and she does.

She spends seven years learning at a borrowed forge, learning on borrowed tools until she’s skilled enough to make her own and doing what she can to earn her keep around it. She keeps the smithy in fuel, cleans at the end of the the day’s work, brings fresh game with her when she visits the clan. Once, she made the mistake of bringing them back undressed and the assistant nearly threw her out. Now, all the game is cleaned. They live in a city after all. There are standards here.

She grows strong and skilled under the eyes of the assistant and later, of his master. Her work is solid and reliable, instinctively balanced even when it lacks refinement. Ghilanel thinks of the little daggers the clan hunters carry, mirror-smooth and sharp enough to cut leaves in water, to leave no trace of flesh on bone. She used to marvel to see herself in them, but she knows now she’ll never see herself in her own work. There is no reflection in a horseshoe, in a hammer, and she will never work with silver. Even so, there is satisfaction in what she does, and every night she offers thanks to June for finding a use for her hands.

She lives with the assistant and his family; his wife is kind but distant, disinterested in their guest, his daughter a couple of years younger than Ghilanel but sweet-faced with nimble fingers that mostly do mending but sometimes create embroidery that takes Ghilanel’s breath away. They share a room, an inevitability in a home this small, and Ghilanel feels oversized and blunted watching her work the gleaming needle through the fabric. She’s creative, too, though she hides it in subtle places; white-on-white flowers on the cuffs of a child’s shirt, or pale green and yellow halla on a white field, leaping along the hem of her own petticoat. It’s a tiny piece of unspeakable luxury and beauty. Ghilanel comments on the design but the daughter’s never actually seen halla, only heard of them, and she teases Ghilanel for peeking under her skirts. Ghilanel doesn’t speak to her for a week after that but the heat on her face to think of it rivals any from the furnace.

At the end of the longest week of her life, Ghilanel finds the daughter waiting for her when she comes back with an armload of wood. There are apologies on both sides, and the daughter offers a token, a kerchief (a scrap, roughly squared) with pink and yellow flowers in the corners. Before passing it over, she presses it to her own lips, and on taking it Ghilanel does the same, smiling against the cloth. They fall asleep that night facing one another. Ghilanel holds the kerchief in one hand and the daughter’s hand in the other and wonders what the morning might bring.

It brings her tools in a crate outside the fence and a statement that in no uncertain terms, her apprenticeship is over. It’s clear it was the assistant’s decision. The master, a shem, is laughing at her confusion. We have enough of you knife-ears around, why not let them take up together? You can be sure you wouldn’t have any more to worry about. The assistant’s daughter does not see her off.

The path back to the clan is the most familiar stretch of road in her life, yet it feels like a maze, getting back there that day. They are not prepared, there is no greeting, just a rise and fall of sound like wind through leaves.

She sets her tools near the woodworkers’ aravel and starts to walk away, then doesn’t.

You can’t just put a forge in an aravel, Keeper, what are we to do with her?

One thing at a time. She has earned her vallaslin. Let us see if she can stand them, then we will decide.

Everything she’s learned, she’s learned from the seth’lin. Does she still have a place here?

As much as she ever did, da’len.

Ghilanel still has scars in her palms, little crescents that echo the curve of the ink and needles on her eyelids. She earned her vallaslin later than anyone else in her cohort but then, she knew when her skin healed enough for her to open her eyes and see the pity around her, that no one else had paid a price as high.

#dadwc #dwc #goblin-deity #ghilanel lavellan #i thought about her history some last night #and then tonight #this lovely prompt #thank you so much!!