#Anise Lavellan

[k9rage]

From Different Puzzles (But We Fit Together) - Chapter 2

Male Lavellan/Dorian Pavus, ~8k, Teen

Added tags: Minor Original Characters, Making Out, Magical Theory

Dorian's gray eyes softened, brushing his fingers over the newly tied bracelet on his wrist. “I'm sensing I should step up my gift choices, Nydha. You know how to make a man feel incredibly spoiled.”  The elf smiled, fidgeting in his seat. “I like your gifts just fine, Dorian.”  “They're usually books from your library, Nydha,” Dorian replied, exasperated but fond.  “I know,” Nydha laughs, bright eyes scrunching with the force of his smile. “Still. I like having excuses to see you.” Leaning in conspiratorially, he whispered behind his palm, “and don't tell everyone else, but you're my favorite.”

You can read the rest of this chapter here!!!

(Please read it I am so proud and excited to share my stupid sweetheart of a Lavellan with you all)

[calicostorms]

4, 7, and 8 for nydha plsssssss

4: a letter from your oc to their love interest

In this case he has two, so I've done two.

[Found among Dorian's belongings in the library. It is a letter in a messy script with the scent of Embrium clinging to it]

Ma da'caron,

I wish I had brought you along to the Hissing Wastes. This place is rather unsettling and all the sand sucks. You always make it feel less serious when things trouble me, regardless of the problem in question. Other than the sand and a rather bad sunburn I am doing fine.

We've been slowly making some progress, but the creatures here are often hostile and odd. I've never seen something like it, apart from the occasional dragon deep within the forests, and those were rare. There's an odd chanter here that Solas says is a spirit; it gave me the heebie jeebies. At least closing rifts has gotten easier in recent weeks, I guess.

Your presence is sorely missed at my side every night, whether it's reading me those fancy books you imported to the Skyhold library or trying to stumble through learning elvhen. Your teasing in particular, I often miss in this weird wasteland while I am far from you.

We will return within several weeks from the receiving of this letter, or so says the agent I gave this letter to for delivery. I have squirreled away several pieces of jewelry which reminded me of you in anticipation of reuniting soon!

Dareth shiral,

Nydha Lavellan

[A letter from the Inquisitor on custom pale green parchment found on a small table beside the Inquisitor's personal guard, Rajmael. It is written solely in Elvhen.]

My loving protector,

Do not worry for me, my heart. Our companions are highly capable and the mission of no more danger than my previous ones. The sooner you are healed from your injury, the sooner we may travel together again! I know you will worry, but the gods will protect me from harm.

The healer (I forget his titles, I hope he will not be upset), Lark, gifted me several more healing balms than on my previous missions and I fully expect The Iron Bull will be enough for this particular trip. Thus far it has been uneventful, and I miss speaking elvhen with you. Dorian is lovely, but his elvhen is worse than any Dalish four year old's still, not to mention his accent. He has been trying his best to raise my spirits in your absence with partial success.

So far I have returned a widow's ring to her in exchange for an old bottle of liquor. I am unsure of if it is still good, but she was sweet to gift it. We have taken down several small groups of bandits bothering the farmers near Redcliffe in recent days, which was fun! I managed to freeze one solid, so maybe Vivienne's advice about ice magic was helpful. I've never been much good at ice magic.

Go with my favor,

Nydha Lavellan-Ghilain

7: Someone describing a time your oc hurt them

[A torn out journal entry]

—he fought me again today. He apologized once he was calm, but my face stings quite badly. I might have a black eye, but I will ask the healer to fix it so Nydha won't feel so guilty.

I know it isn't about me. He's scared and in pain and his family was massacred in cold blood. I'll protect him the best I can from his own grief, even if it means a black eye or two. [The rest has been torn away]

8: your OC's doctor/healer describing their injuries

Codex: A Healer's Logbook

[A log of various injuries and ailments sustained by Nydha Lavellan over several years. This is an addition to serveral previous, earlier assessments]

8th of Bloomingtide

His pain continues to worsen, regardless of the rest he gets, or lack thereof. The anchor is spreading slowly, though Solas and I have done what we can to stop it. Nydha is run ragged by pain, both physical and psychological, and often fails to sleep through the night.

15th of Justinian

He has a huge sword slash across the side from fighting at Adamant. It has surprisingly not been infected, though his attempts to heal it probably staved off some infection on the journey back. The tissue may not grow back completely, but he will live and it will not pain him.

17th of Justinian

Black eye from sneaking up on Sera to surprise her. He'll be fine.

26th of Justinian

He has gone through 3 more sleeping draughts just this month and often complains of pains. His usual hand pains seem to be worse on the left hand, and he rarely uses it if he can avoid it.

Note: ask Mellita and Revna if they know of any other solutions to his sleep problems.

1rst of Kingsway

Occasional bouts of incorporality with his left hand when getting closer to rifts. Does not seem to pain him extensively.

29th of Kingsway

Several bear clawmarks on his right leg, minor infection. The injury is fixable and he will be fine in several hours.

[trender-official]

DAI Prologue ReWrite

this was getting too long so i’m posting two separate chapters.

Anise awoke but did not open his eyes. He heard the shifting of people in suits of armor, smelled wet cold air. This was not where he’d passed out. He racked his mind for memories but could only remember running, a woman, and then passing out in a place ablaze. Slowly, he opened his eyes, finding swords pointed at him in a cell, his arms were bound in front of him. His hand suddenly alit green, pain searing up his hand into his forearm. His mouth clenched, the pain demanding silence, not screams when it suddenly stopped. He panted heavily, leaning over. He looked up when he heard footsteps, his back still curved. 

Two women walked in through the door, a woman with short dark hair leading, the second having a hood covering her hair and shading her face, and the men put away their swords. The dark-haired woman walked behind him and leaned down next to his ear. “Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now.” She spoke with an accent he recognized. Noble Nevarran. Who was she? “The conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you.” She said pointedly. His eyes widened. 

“What? What happened?” 

“Explain this.” She lifted his hand, it glowed painfully once more. 

“I…” He paused for a beat. “Can’t.”

“What do you mean you can't?” Her tone grew more aggressive.

“I don’t remember anything.” He said calming, but internally his panic grew. 

“You’re lying!” She shouted, grabbing him and pushing him back, in an attempt to intimidate him. 

“We need him, Cassandra!” The woman, now whom he could tell had red hair, said, pulling her away. 

Anise stared at them, processing what she just said. “How? How are all of them dead?” He asked. He couldn’t understand- What? Qunari gaatlok?

“Do you remember how this happened? How this began?” The red-haired woman asked, standing over him, the fire lighting up her face.

“No. I remember running from… something. And a woman. Then passing out.” He explained, feeling the best way to survive was to be honest. He couldn’t lie well, at all.

“A woman?” She said, a strange accent peaking out.

“She reached for me- But I can’t remember anything past that.” 

“Go to the forward camp, Leliana,” A name! “I will take him to the rift.” Rift? The woman- Leliana, turns and leaves. 

The black-haired woman crouched down in front of him, unchaining his shackles. He isn’t surprised they remain, though. “What did happen?” He asked as she looked up. 

“It- It will be easier to show you.” 

She leads him up and through a chantry. Not a surprise- Outside of major prisons chantry’s usually hold prisoners. It wouldn't be his first time inside one- But the first time from the eyes of a criminal- Suspected criminal. 

The doors open, and immediately a garish green spiral in the sky caught his attention. “What is that?” She turned to look up at it with hatred.

“We call it the breach.” She started to explain. “It’s a massive rift into the Veil that grows larger with every passing hour. It’s not the only such rift, just the largest. All were caused by the explosion at the conclave.”

“How could an explosion do that?” Anise asked absentmindedly, staring in awful awe of it. 

“No one knows. Unless we act, the breach may grow until it swallows the world.” The breach lit up as it expanded, as did the mark on his hand. The pain hit a moment later, cause him to strangledly groan as he fell to his knees. She kneeled in front of him once again. “Each time the breach expands, your mark grows. And it is killing you. It may be the key to stopping this. But there isn’t much time.” 

The pain slowly ebbed back, his breathing returning to normal. “…I understand.” 

“Then?”

“I’ll do what I can. Whatever it takes.” She smiled softly, a look of relief when she stood and helped him to his feet. She pulled him up- So hard he felt he may get thrown into the air. This woman frightened him.

She dragged him through a crowd of glaring and whispering people. “They have decided your guilt. They need it.” They walked not far to a gate that opened when they approached. “We lash out ,like the sky, but we must think beyond ourselves. As the Divine did. Until the breach is sealed.” She stops, and removes his shackles. “There will be a trial. I can promise no more. Come, it is not far.”

“Where are you taking me?” He asked, rubbing his wrists. 

“Your mark must be tested on something smaller than the breach.” She began walking forward. “Open the gate! We’re heading into the valley.” She yelled to the gatekeeper. Barricades are set up on the path she leads them down, Anise shook his head, they will do nothing in a fight with a demon. 

Suddenly, as they near the top of the hill, his hand screamed once more. “The pulses are coming faster now. The larger the breach grows, the more rifts appear, the more demons we face.” She explained, although he’d already concluded that. She helped him up and continued on.

After a moment he speaks. “How did I survive the blast?” 

“They said you… stepped out of a rift, then fell unconscious. They say a woman was in the rift behind you. No one knows who she was. Everything farther in the valley was laid waste, including the Temple of Sacred Ashes. I suppose you’ll see soon enough.” The gate in front of them opens, and onto the bridge they go. 

As they reach the middle, something from the breach comes hurling down, crumbling it to pieces. He falls onto a frozen lake, where a wraith got thrown down as well. The dark-haired woman charges them, sword and shield in hand. Another wraith begins to appear, as Anise spots a staff nearby. He scrambles to grab it when the body of the wraith conjures.

Quickly he casts a bolt of fire and chucks it towards it- But it still approaches, burning. He slowly walks back as he attacks it, but it quickly crowds him where he can’t back off anymore. He bashes it over the head with the hilt of the staff. It recovers quickly and tries to slash him with its claws, but he catches them with the staff and redirects it quickly, scrambling away while it fumbles. 

The dark-haired woman finishes off the wraith she was fighting and slashes down the other. She then suddenly pointed her sword at Anise and said, “Drop your weapon! Now!”

Anise raised his hand, gently lowering the staff. “Okay. Okay.” Staying on her good side was a primary goal. He decided not to mention that he could kill her without a staff. She looked to be contemplating something for a second. 

She sighed. “Wait.” Anise tilted his head and stopped. “I cannot protect you, and I cannot expect you to be helpless. I should remember that you agreed to come willingly.” She sheathed her sword and grabbed something from out of the bag on her hip. “Take these potions. Maker knows what we will face.” They were small and red, clearly healing potions, dyed to be able to tell them apart. A standard practice of apothecaries. They continued up the hill, passing by a dead soldier. Normally, he would take anything left on them, the resourcefulness of a dalish elf, but believed it would bother the dark-haired woman. He still didn’t know her name. 

“Where are your soldiers?” Anise asked. With the amount of soldiers they’d seen earlier it was a surprise there weren’t more now. 

“At the forward camp, or fighting. We’re on our own, for now.” She explained, then breaking out into a run. Anise huffed and set to follow her, but her pace was too quick for him to keep up. She turned when she heard his footsteps grow far and slowed down. They finally reached the top of the hill, where they spotted some wraiths in a valley. “There! Watch out! If we flank them, we may gain the advantage.” She said, her head turned to Anise as she began to run down to the wraiths, her sword unsheathed. 

Anise stayed at the top of the hill, being a mage granted him the extra range, hurling powerful blue flames down upon the wraiths. They were defeated quickly, after all there were only two, and they continued on into the valley. Another is thrown down onto another hill in the distance, a wisp this time. 

Anise conjures a ball of lightning in the time it takes the dark-haired woman to close the distance between her and the other demon and attacks the wisp, killing it in a sudden burst. She quickly thrusts her sword through the wraith, finishing it off quickly. “You’re very efficient.” Anise points out. 

She nods but otherwise does not comment. 

They continue over the small hill and into another valley, where more lurk. Anise sighs and readies himself once more, this time casting a shield over the dark-haired woman. She quickly closes the distance on the wraith, leaving the wisp for Anise. She bashes it with her shield and slashes off one of its arms. It fumbles and tries to attack, but she blocks it with her shield and runs it through. The wisp shoots a bolt of spiritual energy at Anise, weakening him. He tries to shrug it off but cannot kill it before the dark-haired woman reaches it, and she takes the final blow. 

“Are you alright?” She asked, as he caught up. 

He nodded, a little winded. “I’ll be alright.” 

She nodded and continued up the stairs embedded in the hill, covered in snow. He followed, rolling his shoulders. “We’re getting close to the rift. You can hear the fighting.”

“Who is fighting?” Anise asked, as she started to run. 

“You’ll see soon. We must help them.” This woman much preferred to show him than tell him, clearly.

They reached a ledge and she immediately jumped off, joining the fray below. A rift like the one in the sky floats above a scene of people fighting with wraiths, a few humans, an elf, and a dwarf. This must be who we must help. He jumped down and cast a shield over them, targeting the wraith that was fighting another elven mage. The humans group up and defeat a wraith together while the dwarf pins down another with powerful shots from his crossbow. One unlike anything Anise had seen before. 

The dark-haired woman defeats the final one, when the elven mage grabs Anise’s hand and thrusts it towards the rift. “Quickly! Before more come through!” He yelled. The rift crackled and lit up, before closing. Anise shivered- He’d felt nothing like that before… 

“What did you do?” Anise said, holding his hand close to his chest, frightened slightly. 

“I did nothing. The credit is yours.” The man said, as if it were clear as day. 

“How?” Anise said, questions seeming to be the majority of his speech. 

“Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breach's wake - and it seems I was

correct.” He said with a smile. 

The dark-haired woman approached, sheathing her sword. “Meaning it could also close the breach itself.” 

“Possibly.” He said to her, before turning back to Anise. “It seems you hold the key to our salvation.” 

“Good to know! Here I thought we’d be ass-deep in wraiths forever.” The dwarf exclaimed as he fiddled with his gloves, then walked forward, crossbow now on his back. “Varric Tethras: rogue, storyteller, and occasionally unwelcome tagalong.” He winked at the dark-haired woman, making her huff. 

“Varric Tethras… The author? What are you doing here?” Anise had read Tales of the Champion- Of course he had. Almost everyone who could even read had. It was good- The ending with Orsino bothered him, though. Why go through all that just to become a blood mage at the very end?

“Oh? You a fan? I’ll give you an autograph if we survive this.” He said with a laugh. 

“Absolutely not. Your help is appreciated, Varric, but…” She began.

“Have you been in the valley lately, Seeker? You need me.” A Seeker? Is she…? She makes a noise of disgust. Cassandra Pentagast! The Seeker who became right hand to the Divine! No wonder he felt he recognized her. He should’ve known. And the other woman must’ve been the left hand of the Divine. 

The elven mage interrupted his thoughts. “My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions. I'm pleased to see you still live.” Anise tilted his head.

“He means, 'I kept that mark from killing you while you slept.'” Varric explained, making Anise smile. 

“Then I owe you my thanks.” He said, bowing to him. 

“Thank me if we manage to close the breach without killing you in the process.” He smiled grimly. “Cassandra, you should know: the magic involved here is unlike any l have ever seen. Your prisoner is a mage, but I find it difficult to imagine any mage having such power.” He explained to her. 

“Yes. I have felt nothing like this either. But I will do what I must.” Anise said with a nod. 

“Understood. We must get to the forward camp quickly.”  The woman he now recognized as Cassandra said, turning to leave. They jump over a broken wall and continue down the path. 

There was an open frozen lake, with two wraiths and two wisps blocking the path to the forward camp. The three men stayed on the high ground while Cassandra charged the wraiths, hitting them both with a swipe of her sword before tucking behind her shield when they returned the attack. Silas and Anise accidentally both cast a ward on her, wasting mana. The wisp on the right sent a blast of energy toward Varric, hitting him dead on and weakening him. Quickly reacting, Solas cast a healing spell to help him recover before launching a ball of ice at the wisp, killing it. After Anise sent a ball of fire and killed the final wisp, the party regrouped and continued on. 

Anise spotted a burning house and quickly turned and ran towards it, trying to see if anyone needed help. He used a bolt of force to bust down the door, but could see the body of another already dead on the floor. He sighed and backed away from the smoke infested area and returned to the group, who’d followed him closer to the house, though not as closely as he’d gotten. They were silent until they began up the stairs embedded in the hill. “So…” Varric started. “Are you innocent?” 

“I don’t remember what happened.” Anise said concisely. 

Varric snickered. “That’ll get you every time. Should’ve spun a story.”

“That’s what you would’ve done.” Cassandra returned.

“It’s more believable! And less prone to result in premature execution.” He pointed out.

“When you are able to lie.” Anise said with a laugh. “I was not gifted with such abilities.” 

They topped the hill to see two more little humps with wisps stationed on top with a wraith in the middle. Varric and Solas focused one while Anise focused on another, effectively taking them out despite not being a team for very long. It was clear they were all either well seasoned, or well trained. Cassandra rushed the wraith, cutting off its neckless head.

“I hope Leliana made it through all this.” Cassandra said anxiously.

“She’s resourceful, Seeker.” Varric said, slightly patronizingly.

Solas spoke up, “We will see for ourselves at the forward camp. We’re almost there.”

They continued on the path up to the forward camp, coming across another rift in front of the gate. “Another rift!” Cassandra said, sounding panicked and surprised. 

“We must seal it! Quickly!” Solas shouted.

“They keep coming! Help us!” A soldier that was fighting a demon screamed. Solas quickly froze the wraith in front of the soldier solid, where it was quickly destroyed by her sword. With the battle now balanced, they quickly overtook the brutal but mindless demons. 

“Hurry! Use the mark!” Solas shouted once more. Anise lifted his hand and reached out to the rift, manipulating the marks magic like he would his own. This felt… different. Like holding a tool and now using a part of your body. He felt like he was sewing the Veil shut with a needle.

“The rift is gone! Open the gates!” Cassandra shouted to the gatekeeper. 

“Right away, Lady Cassandra!” Anise smiled. He was right! He already knew that, though.

“We’re clear, for the moment. Well done.” Solas said, placing a hand on Anise’s back.

“Whatever that thing on your hand is, it’s useful.” Said Varric. Anise laughed and nodded in agreement. “It ‘tis.”  

They entered the forward camp to yelling. “We must prepare the soldiers!” Shouted a female voice. Sounded like Leliana… He couldn’t tell for sure.

 “We will do no such thing.” A male and pompous voice exclaimed. 

“The prisoner must get to the Temple of Sacred Ashes. It is our only chance!” Leliana reasoned. 

“You have already caused enough trouble without resorting to this exercise in futility.”

“I have caused trouble?”

“You, Cassandra, the Most Holy —haven't you all done enough already?” 

“You're not in command here!”

“Enough! I will not have it!” He yelled as they approached. “Ah. Here they come.” He said with disdain, his arms folding over his chest as he turned to them. 

Leliana ran over to them with a smile, patting Cassandra’s shoulder. “You made it. Chancellor Roderick this is-“

“I know who he is.” 

“As Grand Chancellor of the Chantry, I herby order you to take this criminal to Val Royaeux to face execution!” He said, pointing at Anise.

Cassandra scoffed “Order me? You are a glorified clerk. A bureaucrat!” She insulted him, standing intimidatingly in front of him. 

“And you are a thug. But a thug that supposedly serves the Chantry!” He does not back down, trusting she would not touch a hair on his head.

“We serve the Most Holy, Chancellor, as you well know.” Leliana butts in.

“Justina is dead! We must elect a replacement, and obey her orders on the matter!” 

“And that makes you in charge?” Anise questions, stepping forward and tilting his head.

“You killed everyone in charge!” Roderick said, pushing past Cassandra to point a finger at him. “Call a retreat, Seeker. Our position here is hopeless.” He said turning back to her.

“We can stop this before it's too late.” Cassandra said with conviction.

“How? You won't survive long enough to reach the temple, even with all your soldiers.”

“We must get to the temple. It's the quickest route.”

Leliana interjects “But not the safest. Our forces can charge as a distraction while we go through the mountains.”

“We lost contact with an entire squad on that path. It is too risky.” Cassandra shook her head.

“Listen to me! Abandon this now before more lives are lost!” Roderick is promptly ignored. 

Cassandra turns to Anise. “How do you think we should proceed?” 

Anise’s eyebrows raise to the top of his head. “You’re asking me?” 

“You have the mark.” Solas simply put.

“And you are the one we must keep alive. Since we cannot agree on our own…” Cassandra trailed off, cueing Anise in.

“We should take the mountain path. We may yet find your squad.” Anise assumed it was probably a rift that opened up that caught them up. With him, they could close it.  

“Leliana. Bring everyone left in the valley.” Cassandra commands. “Everyone.”

“On your head be the consequences, Seeker.” Roderick curses as she passes by. 

[justangel-draws]

Rajmael Anise - Sworn Sword of Inquisitor Nydha Lavellan (Nydha is @calicostorms character btw👍)

im literally going to eat him alive….

[raptorbox]

DADWC Writing Prompt Post

Last updated: 1/3/2025

Dragon Age (Video Games) Tag on AO3 (main account) Dragon Age (Video Games) Tag on AO3 (drabble account) Dragon Age: Absolution Tag on AO3 (drabble account)

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What I'm Feeling This Week

Varric/Solas (i'm still very early in veilguard!)

Bacon or Anise or Fig things

AUs

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Prompts

DA:I Codex Prompts

Dragon Age Inspired Prompts

Soft Sentence Starters

Sensuous Writing Prompts

"Kiss & Tell" Kissing Prompts

Tarot Prompt List

Protective Prompts

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Absolution

If you don't mind me fumbling a bit through writing for Absolution, I'll gladly accept prompts for it! I've seen it three times but I don't 100% remember everything. I'll give it another rewatch soon, though.

Ships: Miriam/Qwydion | Lacklon/Roland | Miriam & Lacklon | Miriam/Hira (as exes)

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Origins (plans)

I watched my girlfriend play DAO a year or two ago, but I just started my own run.

Onion Mahariel (She/Her), on hold (very beginning)

Dalish Elf, Ghilan'nain vallaslin

Warrior class

Leliana romance

Alistair remains a Warden

Anora is queen

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2 (plans)

I haven't played DA2 with my own hands yet, but I watched it be played by my girlfriend a while back.

Concord Hawke (He/Him), have not started at all

Purple Hawke

Warrior class

Anders romance

Forgives Anders probably

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Inquisition

I have two Inquisitors! One is a finished file, and the other is in progress.

Bacon Lavellan (He/Him), completed including DLC

Dalish Elf, Elgar'nan vallaslin

Warrior/Reaver

Cassandra romance

Anise Lavellan (She/Her), in progress (post-"In Your Heart Shall Burn")

Dalish Elf, Mythal vallaslin

Warrior/Reaver

Solas romance

Non-PC Ships: Varric/Solas | Dorian/Cullen | Leliana/Cassandra | Leliana/Josephine | Blackwall/Josephine

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Veilguard

Fig Thorne (He/Him), on hold (very early into game)

Elf, Andruil vallaslin

Warrior, Grey Warden

Lucanis romance

Non-PC Ships: Varric/Solas | Neve/Lucanis

[salexectrian-heir]

Pressing her mouth to his cheek she whispered, “I never claimed to be sensible. I don’t plan on starting to be now, either.”

Quote from Loki, Solavellan modern au (Rated E)

(art ref)

[giftsforlittleblue-eyedbird]

Anise mixing herbs, as in “Savior of the Damned”! I was really excited when @littleblue-eyedbirdchirps mentioned this would make a good scene to draw, as my Lavellan is also an alchemy enthusiast :)

[plumrabbit]

Since it’s reveal day, I’m posting this last painting of Anise Lavellan from my actual account. @littleblue-eyedbirdchirps, I was your Secret Palentine!

[empresstress13]

Sketch of @littleblue-eyedbird’s Anise Lavellan! Happy late birthday!

[k9rage]

WIP Wednesday

Snippet from my pavellan fic from a battle scene I worked on today!

“Close it, Nydha,” Dorian shouted, pinned close to a tree by a terror. “Close the damn thing!” Nydha pushed his hand up further, willing the rift to close. His hand burned. The rift finally closed, bringing with it the wailing of unholy creatures as they crumpled. Nydha shook his hand off, watching the sickly green swirl of his mark. “Is everyone okay?” He asked, stumbling gracelessly like a newborn halla. He massaged the back of his head and winced, the pain in his hand slowly receding back to its normal prickling. “All accounted for, boss,” The Iron Bull called, wiping the blade of his cleaver clean. Varric made a noise of agreement, reholstering Bianca on his back. Rajmael came to stand at Nydha's side once more, protective as always. “Just so,” Dorian replied, emerging from the edge of the clearing.

Tagging @merrybandofmurderers @floralprintshark @horrorscoupes @bicyclepainting @solarthermals @just-call-me-angel n @mrs-theirin !

[calicostorms]

Oc Picrew

Tagged by @merrybandofmurderers to make some DA ocs in picrew!

In order:

Rajmael Anise (Inquisitor's bodyguard) x Nydha Lavellan (Inquistor)

Meraad Adaar (mercenary) x Lenamar Dax (ex-Tevinter Chantry brother turned tranquil)

Asgeir Brynjarson (Avvar Inquisition agent) x Fen'an Alahannon (Anderfels Dalish Inquisition agent)

Lark Orrick (Inquisition head healer) x Mellita Trevelyan (blood mage Inquisition agent)

[izzym-art]

Commission for @littleblue-eyedbird! Thank you~♥

[oursidae]

some pictures of my inquisitors c: twins zariel (rift mage) and elorin (reaver) lavellan hunter anise (artificer) lavellan, who later joins the avvar

[shivunin]

🙤 Unusual OC Associations 🙧

Tagged by @greypetrel---thanks for the tag! This is so cool :) I also might do this for all of them gradually---I enjoy this unique way of thinking about these characters. I added Arianwen under the break here, and I'll likely make a separate post for my bounty of Lavellans. (Also--I'm just putting this out there--I'm adding a Tarot section for mine because I kept thinking about cards for them as I was writing these, but it wasn't part of the original list c: )

Maria Hawke

Seasoning: Something warm and sharp, like ginger or cinnamon. The kind of thing you can add to a hot drink when it's cold outside.

Weather: Snow that falls in big, puffy flakes that make you feel grateful to be inside and warm. Not a storm, but snow that makes everything feel a bit closer than it was before.

Colour: The crimson of heart's-blood, vivid and unmistakable

Sky: When it's very cold and clear outside and there are ice crystals shining in the air. You can only see them when they catch the light, but they're there nonetheless, like clouds scattered at ground level

Magic power: Fire that soothes and sears: a healing heat that is like knocking back a finger of whiskey in the bitter cold, or a blush on a first date.  The agonizing pain of reaching for a pot too fresh from the fire or overlooking the burning candle you've just tipped over in your negligence. 

House plant: Aloe vera: you can forget about it, it can withstand too much sun or rain for a time, and as long as it’s cared for every so often it’ll keep taking out the sting of your hurts

Weapon: A staff made of dark wood and bronze, polished to a gloss by decades of use and her father’s hands. 

Subject: History—but mostly the salacious or embarrassing bits. Hawke loves a good story, and she definitely tells the bawdy ones when she’s tipsy.

Social media: Despises it. Has a hard time reading tone on the internet. Probably runs a personal blog about her life Kirkwall that she never updates, and rarely responds to comments; she’s too impatient to work to understand a format or website culture. 

Make-up product: An anise oil treatment she rubs into her hair before she sleeps at night to keep it glossy and tangle-free

Candy: Chocolate-covered roasted almonds; a study in contrasts, with the sweet, melt-in-your mouth richness of chocolate and the crunchy, faintly bitter and salty almonds. 

Fear: Failure; that it was actually her fault that Malcolm and Bethany died, and that it will happen again if she isn’t quick/clever/good enough

Ice cube shape: Perfectly square, rattles nicely when you shake it in a glass

Method of long distance travel: Carriage; she can nap, read, and take in the sights exactly as much as she’d like to. 

Art style: Impressionism; trying to capture the fleeting through the suggestion of detail, but ultimately only capturing the impression of what it once was. The finished result is still beautiful, if full of nostalgia. 

Mythological creature: A church grim; guardian of its domain and foreteller of death. 

Piece of stationery: Handmade paper with pieces of dried rose petal or herbs pressed into the paper itself; slightly ragged around the edges but thick and sweet-smelling. 

3 emojis: 👀 💅🏽 😶

Celestial body: The harvest moon on the horizon, golden and full and looking impossibly close despite the distance

Tarot Card: The Hanged Man; Intuition, trials, and self-sacrifice

Tagging: @star--nymph @zenstrike

(and really, anyone who wants to do this--I know these things have the power to make one feel like the kid picked last for dodgeball, but I feel like I'm overstepping if we've never really interacted. Tell me if you want to do these things and I will tag you forever. Really.)

(I put Wen under the break, insert "nobody puts Baby in the corner" joke)

Arianwen Tabris

Seasoning: Oh, salt, hands-down. No elaboration.

Weather: Gathering cumulonimbus on the horizon, with that especially purple-grey tinge to the bottom that tells you it’s going to be a really brutal storm. There are streaks of lightning every now and then, and you can see the streaks where rain has already begun to fall in the distance. (It leaves destruction behind, but come back in a season or a year---the fallen trees grow moss now, and house animals, and the fields have grown back all the greener for the rain)

Colour: Gunmetal grey; dull at first glance but lustrous and brutal nonetheless. 

Sky: Red at first light

Magic power: Reopening hidden hurts and forgotten wounds

House plant: Cactus in a terracotta pot. Sometimes you wonder why you’ve still got it on the shelf there, when all it does is poke you and look menacing. But then you look at it after a multiweek depression fog and it’s still there, unwilted, kicking ass. 

Weapon: a throwing knife, painted matte-black, all but invisible at night until it hits you

Subject: Applied physics; she likes the practical reality of numbers, and the application of an object in motion can really only benefit her. 

Social media: Has a private Youtube account where she saves all her favorite Lockpicking Lawyer videos. If anyone posts a picture or video with her in the background, she hunts them for sport. 

Make-up product: Cover up/foundation; if all your scars and tattoos are covered, it’s more difficult for people to identify you

Candy: Rebanaditas (watermelon chili powder candy) (and hey, this is how I found out that lucas powder contained high levels of lead and that’s why it was discontinued?? If you ate a bunch of it like I used to, just a heads-up.)

Fear: Loving someone as much as her father loved her mother (as much as she loved her mother) and losing them anyway.

Ice cube shape: Circle K ice (the little crunchy ones people like to chew on)

Method of long distance travel: Foot. No chance she’ll have to climb off or down from something and get taken by surprise. 

Art style: Charcoal sketches; they seem straightforward, even simplistic at first glance, but are capable of unexpected depth and dimension

Mythological creature: Cŵn Annwn; a hound of the Wild Hunt in Welsh lore. Their howls were a death portent that grew quieter rather than louder as they approached. Sometimes regarded as guides to the afterlife.

Piece of stationery: Scrap of paper torn off a larger text for convenience

3 emojis: 🔪 🤨 🐺

Celestial body: Mars

Tarot Card: The Tower; a symbol of abrupt and violent change, for better or worse

[thevikingwoman]

One of the things I love the most about the Dragon Age fandom is how many unique and wonderful characters people create. I love them.

I wanted to show my appreciation for the staggering creativity, work and love put into these characters. They are all so unique and different and lovely.  I got an idea and I commissioned @dexukiart to draw my favorite Lavellans.

I wanted to see them all together, so this is a sort of masterpost. Links to a small post about each, and why I love them :D. From the top left to bottom right: 

Sene Lavellan, belonging to @galadrieljones

Pangara Lavellan, belonging to @tel-abelas-mofo​

Elle Lavellan, belonging to @redinkofshame

Anise Lavellan, belonging to @littleblue-eyedbird

I hope you all enjoy this vision of your Lavellans, I love them and your writing <3. 

A HUGE thanks to @dexukiart​, these portraits are so awesome, and she was so patient and wonderful to work with, accommodating my detective work to get this done secretly, sleuthing out information :).

[redinkofshame]

More Polyvore Shenanigans

So I was thinking about how I never do nice things like buy commissions for other people, and at the same time Ket asked me to do more Polyvore outfits but didn’t give me any (decent) suggestions on who to do (crossbow Bianca? Really?), and then this happened. (link)

@tel-abelas-mofo‘s Pangara Lavellan, featuring a sweater she knit herself and a leather necklace that looks suspiciously like a collar. She probably uses the bag to hold her yarn. (link)

@littleblue-eyedbird‘s Anise Lavellan, with her kitten heels and an arrow necklace. Sorry, I couldn’t think of a way to incorporate yoga into the outfit. (link)

Edit: After @thevikingwoman told me Iwyn has an olive skin-tone, I updated the colors a bit. Featuring leggings that look iced and gold accessories for the medal she hopes to earn. I couldn’t decide on a skate-practice outfit or something a bit more daring. (link)