#oc: evune lavellan

[nightwingshero]

Belated WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @madparadoxum, thank you! Sorry its late!

Tagging: @oathofoaksart @jillvalentinesday @sstewyhosseini @alexxmason @marivenah @jinfromyarikawa @glowwormsmith @voidika @chazz-anova @simonxriley @playstationmademe @anonymousmalkavian @inafieldofdaisies @deputyash @ghastlyrider @pheedraws @shegetsburned @aceghosts and anyone else who wishes to share!

Kinda in my Dragon Age phase again...

“So you are here to join the Inquisition then?” Cassandra asked condescendingly, anger making her accent more noticeable. Athera shifted uncomfortably as her eyes darted to me, and I couldn’t help but curl my lip at the Seeker.

“I am here for my cousin.” I replied icily, my fingers twitching just a moment, eager for the daggers I had strapped to my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the male’s grip on his sword tighten slightly. “The one you wrongfully took prisoner.”

“Evune.” Athera called lightly—pleading—from behind me, her hand resting gently upon the grand, wooden table they had placed in the middle of the room—a war room, I had realized. But I stood between the Seeker—Cassandra, Athera had called her—and my cousin as a few others stood on the other side, including the commander I had threatened not an hour ago. Athera wanted peace, her heart was kind, but mine was not—mine had hardened long ago and I had no faith I could afford to hand out to the people in this room. Not after what I had heard, not after what I had experienced.

Ignoring my cousin entirely, Cassandra and I eyed each other, her glare becoming more prominent as the woman in yellow looked more and more nervous. “I made a decision in the moment, and it was a mistake. The Inquisition wishes nothing more than to fix the Breach and to bring Divine Justinia’s true killer to justice. The capabilities—”

“I am well aware of the capabilities your kind possess.” I held my head higher as Fen’an bared his teeth, his body trying to wrap itself around my legs out of the need to protect. “You call my cousin the ‘Herald of Andraste’, claiming she was sent by your Maker with blatant disregard to the honorary markings upon her face—that is the least of your capabilities, I’m sure.” Athera said nothing at that, the truth of it loud enough to echo in the room. “I have spent time in alienages before I found my family in the Lavellan clan, finally grasping the freedom the Dalish provided. I know what happens to those elves, I know what happened with your Empress of Fire.” Cassandra bunched her fists as she took a step forward, the light from the torches around us making her expression far deadlier.

“That has nothing to do with this!” The scar on her face became more prominent as she frowned, her rage coming off her in waves. “You do your kind no favors bursting in here and holding a blade to our Commander’s throat like some deviant! Instead of approaching peacefully—”

“My cousin is an apostate.” I cut her off quietly, but not softly. “An elven apostate, who you accused of murdering your precious Divine. As if the Chantry was not a danger to her as is, as if the Templars and mages are not at war with each as we speak. Your precious Commander was in no real danger, if he earned his title than he could have easily defended himself without true repercussions. But what of my cousin? Her name smeared despite what good standing our clan has held with the humans we trade with—she would have never recovered from the accusation regardless of her innocence and you want to cry to me about how I was able press my dagger to his throat and let him free?”

“Evune!” Athera hissed as she stepped closer, her grip tight on my arm as she grabbed me. But I didn’t hesitate to turn to her, silver-grey eyes meeting the icy turquoise of my cousin—one that I saw more as a sister.

“Our Keeper sent you to keep an eye on the peace talks, and when we heard of the explosion, we feared for you.” I whispered as I worked hard to keep my voice even, to keep my vision clear, though I felt the threat of tears burn in my throat. “And of course, when it became common knowledge that it was no mere accident, that it was perhaps a murder of the Divine, we feared more. Can you imagine, then, our reaction when we heard it was you that stood accused? With a risk of being shipped off to Val Royeaux? When fear runs high, rumors fly faster, cousin. And your mother became sick with worry over whether you were safe, and she pleaded Deshanna to allow me to hunt you down, and I came here to see for myself that you were in no danger, and to pull you from it if need be.”

#oc: evune lavellan #the black wolf of lavellan #oc: athera lavellan #the white wolf of lavellan #dragon age #my ocs #my writing #tag game #i promise evune isn't a bad person #though she can be a bit of an asshole #i love her

[loomelle]

[Click for better quality]

Decided to play dragon age again.

#Meet the real Evune 👀 #I've played this game so many times #I simply love this game so much #I keep pressing G instead of F please send help 😭 #also don't mind her armor I just couldn't put it to work the mod that I installed yesterday but today I managed to make it work #dragon age inquisition #dragon age lavellan #dragon age oc #lavellan

[flightless-wren]

Spent a few hours breaking my art block with some Lavellan Inquisitor from Dragon Age Inquisition bc I’m literally SO EXCITED for Dragon Age Dreadwolf

This is Evune Lavellan, my oc that I’ll be making for my stream playthrough!!

#artists on tumblr #flightlesswrendraws #small artists #dragon age art #dragon age inquistor #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age inquisition #evune lavellan #dragon age oc #dragon age dreadwolf

[lagu-z]

Every morning, a Dread Wolf has to chase his shirt all around the Inquisitor’s quarters in Skyhold.

I’m not dead :)

And I tried to leave my messy sketch over the paint...

This messy thing is a mess. I love it.

#evune lavellan #lavellan #my lavellan #my inquisitor #my OC #inquisitor #solas x lavellan #solavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age inquistor

[sky-scribbles]

🖊🖊 for any of your Dragon Age ocs? :')

Thank you for asking! :D

Let’s see: When the times comes to return to Orzammar to recruit the dwarves for Blight-fighting, Magda Brosca very nearly refuses to go. The moment she’s back inside those walls, she’ll see the curling lips and the turned backs again - and sod that. She’s not going. Alistair can handle it, can’t he? No? Then Morrigan or Wynne can use some kind of magic shit to get rid of the brand, right No? Then what’s the point of having bloody mages around? Damn it, she’s not going, she’s not ready to stop being a person -

Eventually, Leliana and Shale help her prepare for it - Leliana by giving her the longest possible hug and telling her that she will never stop being worth more than all the nobles in Orzammar put together, and Shale by pointing out that she’s more than happy to pound their squishy heads into the dirt if they give Maddie trouble, and won’t that be satisfying?

And some purely sappy gushing for Elera Lavellan: Perhaps a year after the Exalted Council, she and Blackwall have a daughter. Her name is Evune, elvhen for ‘moon’ (often affectionately called Evie.) And while Elera has never stopped considering Solas a friend, if he thinks he’s going to take her daughter’s world and future away from her, he will be very soundly proven wrong. 

#dragon age #dragon age origins #warden brosca #inquisitor lavellan #warden x leliana #inquisitor x blackwall #oc: magda brosca #oc: elera lavellan

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

OC Interview!

featuring my girls, Melanthe, Eden, and Aisling!

Tagged by @schoute, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I’VE WANTED TO DO ONE OF THESE!!! Thanks for the tag!!!!!

Tagging @coptix! (frick yeah Luna Hawke!!!!!) And also @markuilleam (no pressure tho lol)

Rules: Answer the following questions as your OC of choice.

I couldn’t pick just ONE, so I said screw it and went with my main three!

1. What’s your name?

Melanthe Ashirill Lavellan. [She grins and bows low and dramatically.] How do you do? [She glances at her sister.]

[Eden clears her throat.] Eden Lavellan.

[Hawke smiles pleasantly and crosses her legs.] Aisling Mariann Hawke.

2. Do you know why you are named that?

[Melanthe shrugs.]

Hawke: No.

Eden: A friend suggested it, I thought it sounded nice, and that’s what I’ve gone with ever since.

3. Are you single or taken?

Hawke: I gave an angsty Tevinter elf my heart, and I hope he keeps it forever.

[Melanthe cackles.] Always the romantic, aren’t you Hawke? As for me… [She pulls an ivory wolf’s jawbone pendant out from under her tunic and waves it around.] Yep.

Hawke: You…went with Solas?

[Melanthe nods.] Yep. The resident egghead Fade expert is mine. And my dear sister is in love with the Commander!

[Eden blushes slightly.] He’s…he’s nice.

[Hawke and Melanthe elbow Eden playfully.]

4. Have any abilities or powers?

[Eden holds up a glowing left hand.] Mel and I have the Anchor. It lets us open and close tears in the Veil.

[Melanthe high-fives her sister with her own glowing hand.] Yes! And we can make tiny holes in the Veil to kill demons sometimes!

Hawke: I’m a mage, specifically a spirit healer with force mage training. It’s pretty cool. Eden’s a mage as well.

Melanthe: And I’m good at poking hundreds of holes in people via a truly epic assortment of knives. [She winks.]

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

[The three women exchange puzzled glances.]

Hawke: Run that by me again?

Melanthe: I don’t remember killing someone by that name. Nor do I remember any bartenders with that name. Maybe…eh. Nah.

6. What’s your eye color?

[Hawke raises an eyebrow.] You mean to tell me you can’t see it? Blue.

[Melanthe leans in close to the interviewer for a moment.] Gold, but not the same shade as my sister’s. Mine’s better.

Eden: I’m not inclined to disagree.

7. How about your hair color?

Hawke: Black. Like obsidian but, alas! Not as shiny.

Eden: Just..dark red.

Melanthe: Like drying blood!

[Eden makes a face.] Mel, please.

Melanthe: Okay fine. Going with Hawke’s mention of shiny rocks, how about garnet red?

Eden: That is better, yes.

8. Have any family members?

[Hawke suddenly finds the floor most intriguing. Melanthe perks up.] Oh, lots! There’s the twins, Tessa and Feyrand--they’re older than me--Iolanthe’s younger than Eden, we’ve got an even younger brother who has a habit of disappearing and we’ve got cousins galore! There’s Kahris, Maralah, Saelethil…not to mention our clanmates! They’re family too.

Eden: My friends are my family, too. Hawke, Fenris, Cole, Cassandra, Solas, Varric, Sera, Blackwall…the whole inner circle, really.

Interviewer: What about you, Hawke?

[Hawke jerks her head back up.] Oh, sorry. Well… [She coughs into her fist.] I have Fenris and my ducklings, and the Lavellans. That is…all.

9. Oh? How about any pets?

Melanthe: Too many.  There’s my palomino horse, I call him Corvo, Eden’s got a hart named Red Velvet, a halla named Evune, probably a dozen different birds, three hamsters aaaaand a rabbit on top of that-

Eden: In my defense, they were mostly rescues.

[Hawke points behind her with her thumb.] There’s an undead bog unicorn in the stables. And a giant nug. And as for me? My mabari Birch is all I need.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.

[Hawke deadpans.] Red lyrium.

[Melanthe grimaces.] Oh, I feel you there.

Eden: Stuck-up ancient Tevinter morons who blow things up and then monologue villainously.

Melanthe: Oof, true! Also the Chantry. The Chantry can go- [She spews a long string of obscenities that just about rivals a sailor’s cursing.]

[Eden nods thoughtfully. Hawke’s eyes glint with mischief.] And the TEMPLARS as well, especially the ones who were in KIRKWALL working for MEREDITH-

[Cullen hollers from the next room.] I heard that, Hawke!

[Melanthe and Hawke high-five. Eden shakes her head.] Hawke didn’t mean you, ma atish’an.

Melanthe: Oh yes she did. [snickers]

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

[Melanthe leans back in her chair, putting her legs on the table.] Stabbing. Drinking. Kissing Solas. Pranking everyone in Skyhold, the usual trouble.

Eden: Painting, reading, gardening. [A timid smile slowly spreads across her face.] Singing, or playing the harp.

Hawke: Now that you mention it… I write poetry, and sometimes turn them into songs. Journaling is also something I like, and pressing flowers, and-… [Her gaze strays to the wall.] Yeah, that’s about it.

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

[The three women glance at each other, at the interviewer, then back to each other.]

Melanthe: Pfft. What kind of question is that?

[Eden toys with a bracelet.]

Hawke: Oh no, of course not.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

[Hawke grabs a champagne glass from the end table next to her, and sips it.] Me? Never!

Melanthe: I heard you used the Arishok’s skull as a flowerpot.

[Hawke nearly spits her drink everywhere.] Who told you that?

[Melanthe simply winks at the interviewer.]

14. What kind of animal are you?

Hawke: A dragon. Guarding my treasure hoard~

[Melanthe wiggles her eyebrows.] A sssssslippery sssssssssnake!

Eden: Sorry sister, you’re more of a mountain goat. You’re everywhere you shouldn’t be and you consume an unholy amount of whatever food’s available.

Melanthe: She’s a barn owl. Or a cat, maybe?

15. Name your worst habits?

Hawke: Fenris says I’m a bit overprotective of my friends. Too loyal, too stubborn, too willing to risk my life for others, I “involve myself in the affairs of others” too much, or what have you. But I’ll let you in on a secret: I used to ignore the vast majority of the mail I got when I was a noblewoman of Kirkwall.

Eden: I stay up late reading fiction when I should be dealing with all my mail and- [she lowers her voice.] Sometimes I skip war meetings.

Melanthe: I run exclusively on caffeine and volatile emotions.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Hawke: Eden.

Eden: Hawke.

Melanthe: Iron Bull, Cassandra, Blackwall, Cullen, Leliana, Josie, Tess, Feyrand, Krem, Sera, Solas, Vivienne, Cole, Dorian… [She grins wickedly.] But not you, sister. I’m still taller than you.

Eden: Not if I wear heels.

Melanthe: Not if I stand on Bull’s shoulders!

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Hawke: Mm, straight.

[Melanthe considers this a moment, then shrugs.]

Eden: Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m into…that.

18. Do you go to school?

Hawke: My parents taught me a lot.

Melanthe: Dalish don’t really have school.

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

Hawke: I’d like to, yes.

Eden: Marriage? Absolutely, but kids I’m not so sure of.

Melanthe: To be honest I haven’t thought about it. Too busy stabbing demons and undead and corrupted templars and whatnot.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Hawke: Do lovers count as fans?

Melanthe: HEY SOLAS! ARE YOU A FANBOY?

Solas, from the other room: Am I- what?

Melanthe: He’s a fan of the Fade. And me. But be serious, very few people in Skyhold AREN’T fans of me. [She winks.]

21. What are you most afraid of?

Eden: Spiders.

Hawke: Corrupted spiders.

Melanthe: Bears.

22. What do you usually wear?

Eden: Simple Dalish robes.

Hawke: I inherited a bloody awesome coat from my dad complete with belts, a bright red sash, and some shoulder armor. With bonus knee protection, because you can’t protect your knees enough.

Melanthe: I’ve got a sick coat, made of phoenix scales, ring velvet, Highever weave, with lazurite details. I’ve got other coats made of varghest scales, dragonling scales, and gurgut webbing.

23. What one food tempts you?

Melanthe: CHOCOLATE. What kind? Doesn’t matter, it’s MINE.

Hawke: Ham that tastes of despair is okay, but there’s enough despair in the world, and not enough lemon cheesecake.

Eden: …cinnamon rolls.

24. Am I annoying you?

Melanthe: Nope. I’ve got aaaall the time in the world.

Hawke: After all the people I’ve dealt with, it’ll take a lot more to be annoying.

Eden: You’re not a fussy Orlesian noble. You’re doing just fine.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

[Hawke gestures for the interviewer to continue.]

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Hawke: I was an apostate, then a refugee apostate, then a noblewoman apostate, then the Champion of Kirkwall, and now I’m little more than a fugitive, so truth be told, I’m not sure.

Eden: a Dalish First turned Inquisitor. I…don’t…really know?

Melanthe: High class for fancy parties and fancy murders, low class at the tavern.

27. How many friends do you have?

Hawke: About ten.

[Melanthe snorts.] Um, almost a whole castle’s worth.

Eden: My inner circle, plus the ducklings, plus the animals… [She tries counting them, but loses track.] As many friends as I need.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Hawke and Melanthe, in unison: Lemon meringue is the best.

Melanthe: Chocolate is equal.

Eden: Pies of all kinds are good. I wish we had them more often.

29. Favourite drink?

Melanthe: Whiskey.

Hawke: That peach liqueur I used to buy in Hightown.

Eden: ….hot chocolate?

30. What’s your favourite place?

[Hawke smiles wistfully.] I have many, but the place I like best is wherever Fenris is.

Melanthe: Awww!!

Hawke: And somewhere we’re not being attacked all the time.

Melanthe: I’m rather fond of that little oasis in the Western Approach. And the Wounded Coast. Storm Coast was pretty, too.

Eden, softly: I liked the Emerald Graves.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Melanthe: We’re all dating someone at the moment. And we told you that.

32. That was a stupid question…

Hawke: We all say dumb things sometimes.

Melanthe: Some people more often than others.

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

Hawke and Melanthe: Ocean.

Eden: Lake.

34. What’s your type?

Melanthe: Type of what? Blood? Weapons?

Eden: Preferred type of magic?

[Hawke tries not to laugh and fails.] Broody and sometimes glowing.

35. Any fetishes?

[Melanthe smiles brightly.] Stabbing demons.

Hawke: If you think you’re going to get an answer to that, think again.

[Eden squirms and twists her bracelet around her hand.] Next question, please.

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

Melanthe: Wait….indoor camping is a thing? What is it with you shems and constantly coming up with new nonsense?

Hawke: Pillow or blanket forts, I think.

Eden: …..outdoors?

I stayed up SO MUCH LATER THAN I SHOULD HAVE writing this, but heck if it wasn’t awesome!

#memes! #aisling hawke #melanthe lavellan #eden lavellan

[moonbeammuses-a]

Muselist Update

// Test Muses Added: 

The Dark Knight Rises:

Bane Selina Kyle (Batman: TAS and animated film influence) 

The Flash (Season 1-2 so far): 

Barry Allen Cisco Ramon Eobard Thawne

As with all test muses, these muses do not have bios, but if they become permanent, they will have a bio page coded and written for each of them. 

Currently all of these muses are available for memes, sentence starters, and plotted threads. Any threads started with memes will be short, as I will use them to help me find the characters’ voices rather than as full story beginnings. 

Muses Removed: 

Detroit: Become Human:

Markus Connor Kara Alice Jerry Chloe

Harry Potter: 

Teddy Lupin Luna Lovegood Doctor Who: 

Jack Harkness

Marvel: 

Phil Coulson

Alien: 

Walter David 8

Other: 

John Watson - (Guy Ritchie Movies) Merlin - BBC Merlin Krem Aclassi - Dragon Age: Inquisition Athras Aladahl - Dragon Age: Inquisition OC Evune Lavellan/Aladahl - Dragon Age: Inquisition OC

These muses can be requested, and if there is enough of a demand for any of them, they may return, but for now, they have been removed from my muselist due to lack of interest/threads. 

#Kitty says Meow #{{ Muselist Update }} #{{ Blog Update }}

[nightwingshero]

I challenge you to make 5 bingo cards for 5 of your characters that we all get to fuck around with (hard mode: gotta be from different fandoms) 💛😘

I don’t know what you wanna do with these but here yah go, lovely:

Wren Blake from Far Cry 5

Dahlia Strong from Peaky Blinders

Suzume Asui from My Hero Academia

Evune Lavellan from Dragon Age Inquisition

Akemi Fukuda from Haikyuu!!

#oc: wren blake #oc: dahlia strong #oc: suzume asui #oc: evune lavellan #oc: akemi fukuda #my ocs #asks

[nightwingshero]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 🖤

Awww thank you for the ask! 😭😭😭

- I guess the first one would be my Call of Duty fic, mostly because despite all the flaws (because there are MANY), it was my first official fic and I love my ocs and ships. It’s probably one of my bigger universes in terms of tying things together because I combined the old Modern Warfare series and Black Ops 1 and 2 together. The characters are still hella fun.

- So obviously I can’t go into this list without mentioning my Far Cry fic. Mostly because I love my ocs and I love how they all tie together in one way or another. It’s gonna be a lot of fun jumping perspectives and tell the story of Wren’s fall from grace and how the ramifications of that affect other people or how other people’s actions brought it to be.

- My Dragon Age fic. You’ll probably see a trend now as I start to explain, but again, it’s the tie ins and the characters. But honestly, I love working with the lore and how deep that goes for Athera and Evune Lavellan, and the other ocs I have. Plus I like playing with the romances. It’s another big world I have.

- I haven’t even started this yet on paper, but my plans for my RDR2 fic. Because I love the story, I love the characters, and while the main canon will fall into the plot of my fic, I will also work magic with putting together an au so that things can be different and that happily ever after can be a bit happier.

- Last one…I wanna say Succession because I’ve been building that, or maybe my Batman one because I’ve worked on that for YEARS, but I think I’m gonna go with my Peaky Blinders fic. I had a lot of fun with it and I love writing for a Shelby oc. Grey characters are so fun to write. Dahlia is so well-rounded, I can’t help but be obsessed with her.

- Okay, I cheated, honorable mentions would be: my Witcher fic and my ACOTAR fic. Because they’re fun and bring me joy. ACOTAR was a book that got me through a lot, and so making ocs for it was definitely self-indulgent, but I don’t mind. And then Thela…my girl, I love her so much. I’m still building for her but I love complicated will they or won’t they enemies to lovers situations. And of course piggybacking off that last statement brings me to the True Blood fic I have because honestly, vampires are my faves and I will always enjoy writing about them.

#asks #my writing #i rambled #I’m terrible at that

[nightwingshero]

“Maker’s breath, Evune. What are you doing?” Cullen breathed out.

The nerves disappear as he came closer. “I have to say, Commander, I believe it looks far better on me than it does you.” His knee pressed on the edge of the bed as he reached out, ready to pull me closer. 

“I think that I may have to agree with you, my dear.”

I had the absolute pleasure of commissioning @witchesconstellation​ for this wonderful and mind blowing piece of my oc, Evune Lavellan, and Cullen. Thank you so much, hun. You’ve done phenomenal with bringing this scene to life. You’ve done my chaotic Dalish daughter justice and I honestly can’t stop staring at her. Every little detail is perfect, the scars and the vallasin!!! Ahhhh! Just everything about this makes me so happy!!! Thank you so much, again, you are truly talented and wonderful to work with!!!

#x: the wolf and the lion #oc: evune lavellan #ch: cullen rutherford #my ocs #dragon age #I'M STILL SCREAMING AT THIS #THEY'RE SO CUTE TOGETHER #I LOVE THEM #TRYING TO WIPE THE STUPID SMILE OFF MY FACE #BUT I CAN'T

[nightwingshero]

I was tagged by the wonderful @shellibisshe and @xbaebsae to make myself and my ocs with this Picrew. Thank you, lovelies! So this is pretty much how I see some of my DA OC’s in the college AU.

My Face

Emerson Hawke

Evune Lavellan

Athera Lavellan

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @water-writings @simonxriley @playstationmademe @amistrio @chyrstis @smithandrogers @adelaidedrubman @minilev @scungilliwoman and whoever else wants to give it a go! Sorry for any double tags! I dragged my ass on this a bit.

#oc: athera lavellan #oc: emerson hawke #oc: evune lavellan #tag game #my ocs

[nightwingshero]

WIP Sunday

I was tagged by @chyrstis @fadedjacket @minilev and @redreart. Thank you, lovelies!!! Sorry this is a little late!!!

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @simonxriley @xbaebsae @dieguzguz @water-writings @shellibisshe @smithandrogers @johnsrevelation @playstationmademe @chuckhansen @tommymillers and anyone else who wants to share! 

I’ve been jumping between MHA and Dragon Age, writing out scenes to connect for the main stories I have going on. 

Here’s some Mayumi and Suzume with Hawks at a pro hero gala:

“Well, clearly they would all be doomed without us.”

“Of course they would be!” Someone called with a laugh. “Who wouldn’t be all doom and gloom without my favorite goddess, am I right?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” I muttered just as Hawks appeared out of what seemed like nowhere, and I wondered if maybe he was waiting on the other side of the damn column just to make an entrance. Something I wouldn’t put past him.

Mayumi’s eyes narrowed as her grip on the glass tightened. “I am not—"

“Asui, is that you?” Hawks asked, looking over at me with a smile. “Long time, no see. I sent a request to team up a few months back, but you’re impossible to reach for some reason.”

“Gee, it’s almost like its on purpose, Chicken Nugget.”

His smug smile only widened, his gold eyes dancing a bit before he glanced back at Mayumi and gave a fake pout. “Awww, no red this year? You didn’t want to match again? But we looked so good last year, Hirano.” Hawks made a show of his suit, a red and black one that was similar to the one he had worn the year before, and I thought for sure the glass in Mayumi’s hand would shatter to pieces. It was amusing to a lot of people when they had unintentionally color coordinated at last year’s event, much to Mayumi’s chagrin and frustration.

Then we have a team up with Suzume and Fatgum as they protect a few kids from MHA (Kirishima is loving how manly it is):

It always seemed that the skeletons came crawling at the worst possible moments.

“Suzume…” Tsu called, her voice laced with concern and fear, making my heart race as my own worry grew.

“Oh, Suzume…already using your tattoos.” Aiya clicked her tongue as her voice dripped with condescension. “Not even using your pitiful doodles you waste time on…well, guess I can’t blame you for that.” She cocked her head tauntingly, eyeing me carefully. “I heard they gave you special permission for that in your third year.”

The webbing fell and my arm dropped, fists still clenched as I glared at her. “Aiya…stop this.” Her mask broke then, the teasing look twisting into rage and spite as she looked down at me.

“No.”

I leaned forward as she spat again, balls of web coming at us. The cherry blossoms surrounding my samurai moved from my skin, twirling before shooting forward and cutting through the balls quickly. They didn’t stop there, however, and she threw her arms up as they ripped by her—cutting the purple skin-tight ensemble she dawned.  Once that was over, she dropped her arms and glared, hardly shaken by it. “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled as Fatgum took a step forward, standing with me. “You don’t have to do this—"

Aaaaand Athera having a heart to heart with Evune. I might have shared this before, but I can’t remember:

“I…I don’t know what you want me to say.” I murmured, glancing behind me at the others. Blackwall carving something with his knife as Varric lounged next to the fire, watching it as he lowly spoke of stories of his travels. Solas, only a little further from the fire than Blackwall, sat quietly, stoically as he listened, whether to Varric or us, I wasn’t sure. “Being the First is…” I glanced back down below us, the moon full and lighting the plains in front of us as the creek ran not far from our camp. “I didn’t think I’d have to do it; I didn’t think for a moment that Isha would…”

“Die?” Evune offered as she watched me carefully, her sharp eyes taking in everything and reminding me of the hunter she became once she joined our clan. Andruil’s vallaslin was more than fitting for her, as she almost seemed to befome one with her bow at times. It was moments like this that made me more grateful to have my cousin by my side.

“I went to the Conclave because I needed time to think, I…I didn’t want the responsibility that came with being a First. I don’t know if I want to be Keeper when Deshanna steps down.”

If I was expecting a shocked reaction from her, I would have been disappointed. It was as if I had just told her the sky was blue, the only movement from her was the slight arch in her brow as I glanced over her. “I hope you’re not expecting me to overly surprised by this, Athera. You jumped at the opportunity when everyone was ready to let me scout it out.”

“And ended up with more responsibility than before.” I laughed humorlessly. “Just think Evune, if Isha hadn’t died, if I hadn’t jumped at the opportunity to run from the weight of being the First, you could be Inquisitor right now.”

“In what world would that be reassuring, Little Fawn? Me and Fen’an leading this little pack of warriors? You and I both know that the right person was there for that. Don’t haunt yourself with those kinds of thoughts, you’re the leader because you’re meant to be.”  

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WIP For The Inquisition

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This is just Evune asking Dorian to teach her to play chess to impress Cullen. I haven’t been writing a whole lot, just things here and there for the good ol’ serotonin. (Yes this one is a bit long, I just really think it’s cute, you know?)

Dorian threw me a look—one that obviously showed he thought I was crazy—as I sat on the fencing that helped prevent falling down from the tower. Every time I leaned back, hanging to look down as Solas worked below, he would make a noise, and his stress level would increase. I’ve heard him mutter “absolutely insane” under his breath a few times now, and I only waited for him to finally demand that I go and give someone else a heart attack, but it didn’t come as he continued to peruse the bookshelves.

“I’m going to have to speak to your cousin on the matter regarding the state in which your library lies.” He offered, his back to me as I sat back up after the blood rushed to my head and having been caught by the mage below us. I was too far up to really tell, but I imagined Solas’ brow raised and the head rush had become too much, so I decided to study the back of Dorian’s armor instead of the top of Solas’ head.

“Not up to Tevinter standards, Dorian?” I asked jokingly as I shifted, leaning against the pillar as I rested my foot along the railing. There, far more comfortable and gave me a view from below and above. He looked over his shoulder as I placed my arm on my knee, throwing him a smirk as he assessed me.

“It’s in a horrendous state of disarray. You can’t find a bloody thing with this disorganization.”

I hummed as I played with the leather strap on my boot. “Well, the Dalish aren’t exactly known for keeping thoroughly organized libraries.” Dorian sighed then, whether in exasperation of my joke or from the state of chaos he had found himself in, I wasn’t entirely sure. “If you’re wanting to speak to Athera about the library, you’ll have to wait. I believe she’s with Leliana currently and then Vivienne asked for her time afterwards. Solas is waiting too, he stopped me and asked when one of the cooks delivered his tea.” Leaning just a bit, I glanced back down, watching as Solas sat at his desk, pulling yet another book from the stack that was brought to him. “Though, I’m not sure if he likes it or not, he hasn’t really touched it.”

“Would not surprise me if his taste in tea matches the taste he has in wardrobe.” Dorian commented as he pulled a book from its place, glancing it over. “Why on earth is this placed here?” Turning back towards me, he slammed the book shut, making me jump only slightly, but enough to make me cling to the railing a bit tighter as I whipped around and looked at him. “If you fall from there, you will have to have that hedge mage heal you, because I refuse to help you. Perhaps I could bring you back from the dead if you decide to not survive it.”

“Yes, mother.” I muttered as I glared at him. “I’m not going to fall, I’m fine.”

“Mhmm. Yes, that is often what is said before disaster strikes.” I rolled my eyes as he placed the book somewhere else on the shelf, running his fingers along the spines as he returned to his search. My mouth goes to open, to throw another remark in the fun little verbal spar we had found ourselves in, but whatever words I had died on my tongue as I spot the blonde hair and dark fur. I straighten just a bit as Cullen walked around, barely nodding to Fiona as he passed her, his attention on the paper in his hand. My heart lurches just a bit at the solemn expression on his face, I could only imagine what the report said, but it couldn’t have been good. “Honestly, is there a bet between you and Sera that I needn’t be aware of? One that encourages reckless behavior to see who will slip first? I hope you’re not the one assisting in the pranks. Solas found lizards in his bed.” His words didn’t particularly register with me, however, as Cullen’s eyes met mine by happen chance—a quick glance to check where he was going, and I felt pinned in place as he slowed just slightly, his shoulders losing a bit of tension as the stormy expression cleared only a tad.

“Maybe.” I mumbled, a half assed response as I tried to pay attention but failed.

“Though, perhaps I could use your skills to return the favor.” Dorian mused as I glanced away, suddenly more interested in my boot as I fought the blush on my cheeks. “That is, if the need were to ever arise. Can never be too careful with overly enthusiastic rogues wandering about unsupervised.” I shifted just a bit as Cullen approached, Dorian still carrying on. “I find your skills useful, little wolf. If you don’t fall to your death, we could make a great team—oh, hello Commander.” Dorian shifted smoothly in conversation as he noticed Cullen, turning to him after the blonde’s light cough to clear his throat. “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon, Dorian. I hope you are finding your place well here.” Cullen replied formally, almost as if it was rehearsed, and nodded towards the pile of books he was slowly accumulating.

Dorian smirked just a bit as he motioned towards the bookshelf in turn. “Attempting to make sense of this. It is turning into the most formidable opponent, I’m sure you can imagine.”

“I will have to take your word for it.” Cullen gave a half smile, making the scar more prominent on his lip, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. As if picking up on it, Dorian shifted gears.

“Yes, well after me and my trusted accompany are quite done with this, perhaps we can fancy ourselves a game of chess? Hmm?”

Cullen raised a brow, a bit taken off guard by the proposal, but he nodded, nonetheless. “Yes, perhaps we can manage that.” His gaze found mine again, and I managed to only glance away for a light second. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…Lady Lavellan.” I blinked in shock at the form of address, and I wasn’t sure if I should correct him or not, but I didn’t know how to.

“Commander.” My face stayed neutral while I internally felt like I would surely implode right there as he gave another nod and continued on his way. I fought the urge to turn and watch him walk away as I tried to gather myself. Dorian eyed me with a knowing smirk.

“Well now…that’s an interesting turn of events, Lady Lavellan.”

“Shut up, Dorian.” I muttered as I glared at my boot, trying to ignore him as Cullen came down the steps, the greeting to Solas echoing slightly against the stone walls.

“So the Commander seems to have taken a cute interest in you, no harm done at all, my dear friend. In fact, I say it’s quite exciting. Aha!” Dorian exclaimed as he pulled a tome from the shelf, seemingly excited about his find. “Truly, we could use some good romance around here. Let the servants go atwitter with gossip. I find that it’s good for the soul.”

I bit my lip as I hesitated, contemplating a bit just as Cullen glanced up, stopping for just a second before disappearing. The sound of the door shutting indicated he had made his leave, part of me was a bit disappointed. There was stray fabric that I began to pick at nervously as I shyly glanced at Dorian, watching as he calmly thumbed through the pages of whatever prize he had stumbled upon. Clearing my throat, I softly called to him. “Hey Dorian?”

“Hmm?”

“Can uh…” I trailed off, and finally finding some courage, I decided to just ask rather than beat around it. When have I ever not been straightforward? It was foolish. “Can you, maybe, teach me how to play chess?”

Dorian looked at me once more, his gaze curious and burning into me as I pointedly ignored it. I could feel his smirk, the knowingness his eyes held, the amusement and such. It was more than I could bear. The shift was almost as obvious as he gently closed the book. “Chess, you say? Not as familiar with it as you are with Wicked Grace?”

“The key to Wicked Grace is cheating, and I’m pretty quick-handed. I can’t really cheat at a game to win if I don’t really…know it.” I mumbled, feeling a bit more unsure by the minute. “I don’t think…maybe it’s better if I give it…an honest try.”

“Well, my dear, you couldn’t have asked anyone better. Trust me.” There was a slight clearing of someone’s throat from below, and Dorian blinked, still smiling, as he ignored it. “I would be honored to help you impress…certain people with your logical prowess on the chessboard.”

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WIP Day!

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Honestly, I’m working on too so much right now. Mostly Dragon Age and my oc for The Gentlemen and Sons of Anarchy because I’m a Charlie Hunnam thot, apparently. So...yeah. Anyway, this is when Athera and Evune meet Thrya and Arkyn, wanting to help the Inquisition in hopes for Athera to lend aid against the Jaws of Hakkon. 

I could feel the crease between my brows as the headache began to set in by the utter nonsense that we seemed to have stumbled upon. I almost scoff then, as if these two hadn’t just walked right into Skyhold without a care. Evune’s grey eyes lazily, almost amusingly, slide to me with a hint of a smirk and a raised brow, but I actively avoid meeting them. The stress and exhaustion were playing a heavy hand in this, sure, but I also didn’t exactly like that people could stroll into our base without a care. Though, considering who they were, I couldn’t exactly say I was too shocked.

“I just judged one of your people for throwing goats at my castle—”

“Wasn’t one of ours, we hail from the Frostbacks.” She jerked her head, motioning to the large blonde man on her left, her braids smacking against her armor. “Sounds like you pissed someone off though.” The blonde woman smirked as her axe rested across her shoulders, her hands resting on them with ease. “It’s tradition that is. What did you do? Lay with his daughter?”

“That’s none of your—"

“Killed his son, he grabbed our men in the Mire.” Evune chimed in, her arms crossing with that smirk still on her face, both of their heads held high as they eyed each other. I clenched my jaw a bit as she made a slight show with her bow as she angled her body just a bit. “We didn’t take kindly to that.”

“Nor should you.” The woman laughed boisterously. “A leader that can’t take their own men back? Well, why the bloody hell would I follow someone like that, eh?”

“You don’t seem the following type…” I trailed off and gave her a meaningful look. A glance was shared between them as the man held his huge sword in front of him, leaning a bit on it as the tip dug into the hard ground.

“Thyra. And this beast is Arkyn. We come to lend aid to you lowlanders, in hopes that you will return the favor. Word is you need warriors to fight, so here we are.”

I smiled politely, diplomatically, as I eyed them carefully. “We have an army, some are even Templars, but we do have soldiers.” Another glance from Thrya to Arkyn, the smirk only widening as her icy eyes caught mine.

“Aye. My point exactly.”

Cullen made a noise from behind me before muttering “I beg your pardon,” Cassandra nearly choking and then scoffing at the insult as Solas and Josie remained silent. Evune raised a brow, her smirk turning even more playful than before. “I think I like you.”

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Six Sentence Sunday

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Quickly, once the coast was rather clear, I rounded the corner, and slipped easily through the double doors as Fen’an stayed low and by my side. It was far warmer inside, the stone walls protecting its occupants from the frigid conditions of the weather. As flames lit the great hall, a few members of clergy and merchants remained, talking lightly as they began to retire for the evening. I stuck to the shadows, ducking behind the pillars into the darkness, Fen’an quickly walking in front of me, attempting to lower himself to seem smaller just as he was trained. If glimpsed upon, he would seem just a regular dog, loved and adored in Fereldon. No one would think twice. But if given more attention, it would begin to dawn on them that it was a wolf that had snuck into the safe haven of these people.

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WIP Yay Its Saturday!

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So, this is part of a prompt I’m working on for Evune and Cullen. 

Tears poured then, a strangled cry the only response she received in turn. That didn’t make her hand any less steady, if anything it made it stronger. In the distance, I could hear Josie and Leliana quietly shoo people away, Cassandra guiding them and directing them away from the scene. It was one of the very things I would ever be thankful for from the Seeker. My tear-streaked face buried in his fur as I clung to him, careful to not get more blood on me. I heard shifting of feet, the clanking of the crossbow as Varric cleared his throat. 

“I’m…I’m sorry, Cupid.” He offered, the nickname giving only a little comfort with his condolences.

“He must have accidently ingested red lyrium during the fight in Haven.” Solas gently chimed in, his soft voice barely carried in the breeze. I clenched my teeth to keep from lashing out, before I could say something I truly regretted out of pain. I didn’t want to look up, not when Cullen’s blade still dripped red. Guilt rolled off him in waves, and I could feel his gaze more than the others. He wanted forgiveness, that I could tell, but there was nothing to forgive. This tragedy had no one to blame.

“It…this was not him.” I croaked, my voice thick with tears and throat sore from the force of the sobs ripping their way to escape. When no one said a word, determination and tenacity burning in my veins, desperation for their agreement, for the validation of it. “He would never hurt me.” I continued vehemently. “My wolf would never betray…” My voice broke, and I trailed off in a choke as Solas and Varric looked down at me with sorrow, Fen’an still in my arms as he lay still. “Fen’an wouldn’t.”

Aaaaand this is a smut piece that I was writing for Solas and Athera because an idea hit me out of nowhere. It be like that sometimes. 

The doors of my balcony remained open, allowing the chilly air to caress against my feverish flesh, and a light whimper escaped my lips. This wasn’t expected. Not in the slightest. I hadn’t felt this way about anyone, no one had caught my attention before. Evune had some fun things with a few elves here and there in our past, while I kept to my daydreams, my drawings, and kept friends with the Halla outside of my studies. No one had dared to make such an impression, to win my attention until he had smiled at me after closing that first rift. After his hand gently grabbed mine—one of the first to ever do so in such a way, my heart had leapt to my throat. It was fear, I said. It was the adrenaline, the chaos, the urgency. Lie after lie, I had convinced myself to write it off. Until he had spoken to me, until he had said what he said when I was trying to learn more of him.

“You train your will to control magic and withstand possession. Your indomitable focus is an enjoyable side benefit. You have chosen a path whose steps you do not dislike because it leads to a destination you enjoy. As have I.”

“Indominable focus?”

“Presumably. I have yet to see it dominated. I imagine the sight would be…fascinating.”

Huffing, I kicked the sheets off, freeing a leg and trying to ignore the slick between my thighs as sweat began to stick to my warm skin. I shivered as another cool breeze came through, whispering against my bare back, but it only seemed to encourage the flames in my veins. I almost bit into my pillow as I buried my face to deafen the groan that escaped. The smirk he had thrown me in the Exalted Plains after leaving that blasted shrine, Evune’s endless teasing making my face grow read as the wolf calls sounded. I had clenched my wolf necklace tight that night, praying to Fen’Harel for his forgiveness. Or, at least, I had tried. The distractions Solas provided were all too welcoming, though I fully believed that I was partly to blame. I couldn’t seem to not gravitate towards him and his stories. Instead of whispering apologies to the Dread Wolf, I sat with Solas and heard more tales of the Fade and exchanged light jokes.

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