#Isseya Mahariel

[red-wardens]

Incorrect Quotes, also I miss Zevran Arainai

[lvllns]

what if i make an entire new canon worldstate for dragon age huh what then

[inquisimer]

Hello! :D

For the fanfic writer meme: L, N and R, please?

hi!! thank you for the ask :3

fanfic writer ask meme

L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

HMMM this one really made me think! A lot of the more emotionally challenging pieces are ones that I've held back, probably because they're emotionally challenging and I want to get them right. Of what I've posted, I think it would be either this piece or this piece that I wrote for DADWC! Both are about Isseya & Garahel from Last Flight and expanding on what they must have been thinking and feeling, as siblings and as Grey Wardens, during the Blight definitely hit some emotional buttons for me

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

Answered this one here! But there's always more than one >:] Another WIP I have on the back burner is for my Orlesian Warden Commander - I really want to explore her experience coming into Ferelden post-Blight, stepping into Mahariel's empty shoes, and how she and Nathaniel navigate their rivals-to-lovers arc.

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

I've read admittedly few non-fanfic pieces since post-college burnout, so I'll answer this one for my favorite fic authors! @dreadfutures with her massive knowledge of lore and ability to tie it into relationships of incredible depth - @rosella-writes with their authentic, infectious love/excitement for ships (they've converted me to a couple!) - and nearly everyone in the DAFF discord server, because they are the community that supported me to keep on and share my writing in the first place (:

[dalishdaisy]

insane accidental rin and allen symbolism:

the whole cursed mirrors deal. i did Not know the mahariel origin would involve that when i named rin after rin kagamine.

the fact one of the emerald knights name is rin, so thats a very canonical dalish name, after a respected emerald knight. more than that - its one of the two that "fought as one and died as one". (allens name doesnt match though and thus i must come up with an explanation)

allen having dirthamens vallaslin but rin having ghilan'nain - he remembers having a twin, she does not

rin romancing leliana and allen romancing cassandra, landing the right/left symbolism too

allen looking a lot like a younger ameridan - same vallaslin, similar tied back hair minus the receding hairline. looking at ameridan was like looking in a horrible mirror of his future that is going to devour his elven identity to replace him with an andrastian saint figure (and rin having already been a hero and faced that perspective and they truly Get Each Other the most about this)

parallels to garahel and isseya who are Also siblings mostly forgotten as elves outside anderfels (and ander elves) too

andraste and shartan parallel. rin and leli will end up getting a play like the one about celene and briala for sure

[clavicuss-vile]

you know. actually this would be a good time to write down a list of ALL of their names because i NEVER remember. in vague order:

Ara'kian Surana's = Wren

Cywren Tabris' (+ Alistair's) = Barkspawn

Na'ava's = Isseya

Emilie Cousland's = River (Nathaniel Howe's = Beetroot)

Solace Hawke = Clementine

Atlas Mahariel "Lavellan" = Duncan

Sorren and Lenaya Surana would also definitely have mabari but not sure what they'd call theirs yet

since most of my dragon age ocs end up with mabari im just imagining a massive puppy playdate. theres like 10 mabari here and theyre having the time of their life

[tamlenlovedmahariel]

Soooo I decided to sketch Isseya Mahariel, @lvllns‘s Warden. She’s the main character of rare is this love, a Zevran x Mahariel retelling of Origins and I am I N L O V E with this story. So please go and give it some love, the number of kudos on it is an absolute disgrace. I really had a fun time painting her!!! She’s so pretty ;-; Sorry if she’s not completely accurate to what you’re imagining, but I wasn’t sure if her skin was like this or if it was just the lighting ; i decided to go with the former. Hope it’s ok!

[hurl-a-can]

@red-wardens Just two very brief snippets. But I’ve been thinking of Lenn & your squad.

Isseya finds him in the chantry, standing in front of the Prophetess' statue in quiet contemplation. "We are about to set out," she announces. "But we can afford to wait if you need more time." His eyes turn to her, eerily dark in the dim candlelight. "No. I'm good to go," he says, voice soft and gentle, corners of his mouth briefly pulled in an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." "Found any comfort here? Or answers?" she looks up at the statue, studying Andraste's serene face with more than a subtle hint of scepticism in her eyes. Lenn chuckles, but there's so little mirth in it, Isseya's mind conjures up an image of dark water closing over what was to be a gasp for air. "I found some quiet," he replies.

"The alienage is off limits. Nobody can leave – or enter," Zevran announces when he returns from the gate and rejoins them in the inn. "There's been an outbreak of a plague. Probably the Blight sickness. The whole alienage is under quarantine." He steals a quick glance at the two Denerim elves. 

Kieran is clearly on edge, the scowl on his face intense enough to conjure up a storm. Lenn doesn't bat an eye. He would seem composed and collected – were it not for his hands. They often betray him – as they do now. His grip on his tankard with ale is a trifle too tight. He is staring at the table, careful to avoid any eye contact. Zev hesitates before he continues: "I—tried to charm some more information out of the guard posted by the gate." Lennan's voice is too level and too quiet when he asks: "What did you learn?" There's more hesitation as Zevran silently regards Lenn's hands. "Maker’s mercy, just spit it out!" Kieran barks and Lenn winces at the volume of his voice. The Antivan sighs and continues: "The guard said something about elven riots a while ago – and a dead noble. Howe apparently ordered a purge. Led it himself." Blood drains from Lenn's face and tension sharpens the outline of his jaw. The knuckles on his hands begin to gleam bone-white – and as sturdy as the tankards here are, Zevran half-expects that Lenn's will crack. It's hard to say what's more frightening – Lenn's silence, or Kieran's impending outburst – but it's clear which of the two is more likely to get them in trouble. Before Kieran can make a scene and before anyone else can react, one of Lennan's hands shoots for the other elf's forearm, gripping it with almost as much strength as that ale just a heartbeat ago. "Not here," he says – softly but firmly, with only the slightest hint of tremor in his voice. "Not now." Lenn's tone and, more importantly, that implied promise of 'elsewhere and later' take some steam out of Kieran's fury – and as the group slowly eases into plotting their next move, he gets distracted enough to calm down. "It ain't your fault," he mumbles towards Lenn during one of the brief silences that evening. "I appreciate the sentiment, Kieran," Lenn replies, voice flat and face schooled into an unreadable mask. Lenn is less preoccupied with his guilt than Kieran seems to think. It is there for sure, a dull throbbing ache at the back of his consciousness.

But he was barely registering it until Kieran mentioned it. And he'd rather Kieran had kept his mouth shut. "Do excuse me for leaving your company so early," he says as he puts a few coins on the table. "It's been a long day. Have a pleasant night." He notes with some displeasure his vision is becoming blurry as he walks down the hallway towards the door of his and Aeducan's room. The haze doesn't clear as he washes, changes into his night clothes and gets into bed. The night around him is like cold, muddy water and there are dozens of dead faces floating about. He's still awake when Ronan retires for the night. He turns to face the wall the moment he hears the doorknob turning. He listens to the rustling of fabric and soft splashing of water as the dwarf gets ready for bed. Then the room grows dark. "I hope they're alright, Bookworm," Ronan says by way of 'goodnight'. Lenn would respond – if only his throat weren't so tight. He squeezes his eyes shut and hopes Ronan will forgive his lapse in manners.

[seboostianillustrations-ina-blog]

♛ for our adorable power couple!!!

Balder x Isseya

Send me a ♛ for a GIF that sums up our character’s relationship

[red-wardens]

Tag your OCs

Shane snapped

[red-wardens]

Worldstate 2: Girl Boss Fashion Boards

Hero of Ferelden: Isseya Mahariel

Modern AU, Not to be confused with her Aesthetic Board

Style: Fashionable/elegant professional in shades of black and emerald

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Champion of Kirkwall: Henley Beatrice Hawke

Style: Fashionable, sexy modern vampire in shades of black and red

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Inquisitor Xioafan Cadash

Style: Mature, feminine Chinese business woman in shades of black and white

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Worldstate 1: Click

Worldstate 3: click

[lvllns]

i got tagged by @rosebarsoap to do this funky fresh oc questionnaire!! thank u bb!! i'm gonna taaaag @malefiicarum @aragorngf @denerims @merry-harlowe @waspgrave @venusmages @kirnet @princesshoneytea and anyone else who would like to do this!!

favorite oc: xavier nicastro (misc) — he's my 6'5 built like a rugby prop baby boy covered in tattoos who rides a motorocycle. he's also a giant fucking sap when it comes to his boyfriend. rosie would know him best, and with the amount of things i have to say about this boy, it's no surprise he's my favorite.

newest oc: ophelia greer (misc) — she's not even that new but she is the newest. my pretty marine biologist turned waitress living in a tiny seaside town. she's sweet, she's soft, she's patient. every time i think i have her mostly figured out, i learn something new about her.

oldest oc: isseya mahariel (dragon age) — your honor that's my daughter. i've had her for...five? years? at this point i think. she's my fierce fighter, my warden-commander with a heart of gold.

meanest oc: lincoln cirillo (original work) — see, it's not that they're mean, per se, it's just that they're sick of eliseo's shit. they can be snappy, short, snarky. sometimes they maybe shoot first and ask questions later but can you blame them?

softest oc: kincaid anderson (misc) — it was a toss-up putting him here or smartest but. he has become softer than xavi is? somehow? an absolute gentle giant with endless patience, and a heart that's almost too big. he's kind, he's sweet.

most aloof/standoffish oc: wren (genshin impact) — wren's backstory is basically "oops! all trauma!" and it's turned them into a very quiet, very observant individual. it takes. a lot. to break through their uninterested exterior, and they would prefer most people keep their distance.

dumbest (affectionate) oc: bas darrow (misc) — this man could not be more of a himbo. runaway rich boy who becomes a pirate and knows......nothing. is he booksmart? to a degree. everything else? no fucking clue. easily flustered, easily taken advantage of when it comes to trading and things. he's......working on it.

smartest oc: sparrow moore (misc) — guess who got yeeted from vampire time and thrown into something better? they're mostly the same. smart, quiet, introspective. still my classics child with an arm covered in mythology tattoos with too many degrees for their own good.

oc i'd like to be friends with: emery caddell (original work) — quiet magical oddities shop employee who dresses like a history professor. they've got a dry sense of humor, a desire to help however they can, and they're just kind. they'd have all kinds of solid book recommendations tbh, and i want to pick their brain.

[inquisimer]

Ships, OCs, & NPCs I Write For

Romantic Ships

f!Tabris/Zevran || f!Mahariel/Alistair || f!Amell/Alistair || f!Cousland/Alistair || f!Brosca/Zevran || f!Surana/Zevran || f!Surana/Leliana || f!Surana/Zevran/Leliana || f!Hawke/Loghain || f!Hawke/Sebastian || f!Andras/Nathaniel || f!Hawke/Anders || f!Lavellan/Cullen || f!Trevelyan/Cullen || m!Trevelyan/Cassandra || f!Trevelyan/Barris || f!Lavellan/Solas || Valya/Caronel || Isseya/Calien

Platonic Ships

f!Surana & f!Amell & Anders || f!Tabris & Loghain || f!Brosca & Loghain || Carver & Loghain || Hawke & Bethany & Carver || f!Mahariel & f!Hawke & f!Lavellan || f!Trevelyan & m!Trevelyan || m!Amell & m!Amell || m!Amell & Anders || Isseya & Garahel || Surana & Nathaniel

OCs

Ariya Tabris || Sari Mahariel || Solona Amell || Ember Cousland || Nika Brosca || Catrin Surana || Ciel Andras || Mari Hawke || Léan Hawke || Siobhan Hawke || Lief Amell (Hawke) || Neria Surana Lavellan || Acacia Trevelyan || Drew Trevelyan || Irosyl Lavellan

NPCs

Bethany || Carver || Loghain || Nathaniel || Charade Amell || Cullen || Anders || Alistair || Isseya || Valya

in the lead up to Veilguard, I'm also interested in non-Rook DA4 prompts! A where-are-they-what-are-they-doing for my OCs, or Situations between a canon character, my OC, and/or one of the Veilguard companions (especially Lucanis & Lace, my beloveds <3). Get creative and so will I!

[hurl-a-can]

Isseya Mahariel, Nora Brosca, and Alyss Amell come to visit Das for his birthday!! :D Nora made a card with silly drawings and terrible puns, Alyss baked him a small cake, and Isseya bought him several new whetstone for his blades (Isseya: "I wanted to get him something practical,")

*hugs Nora, offers a courteous bow to Isseya, gallantly kisses Alyss’s hand*“Such a delight to have you here!These are all for me? You shouldn’t have…”He beams a big grin when he sees the card and actually laughs at the puns. Then he admires the whetstones for a while. These are good. And I actually needed new ones! I’ll put them babies to good use, thanks!And a cake! Hey, do I smell cinnamon? Hmm!“ The cake is indeed small, just big enough for maybe two people… He looks at it hungrily for a while, then cuts it into four pieces. “Smells so good. This deserves to be shared!” He’s very quickly done with his piece - and for a while it seems he might just melt into the armchair. With his mouth still half-full, he purrs: “Llllovely. Did you bake that? Sod the wardening business, girl, open a bakery in ‘Royeaux!”…He licks his fingers clean. “Pardon my manners but this is so fuckin’ good.” Then he jumps up, disappears in the adjacent room for the briefest moment and returns with an armful of stuff. First, annotated translations from old Tevene poetry for Alyss. “Got it from a bookseller in Starkhaven a couple of years ago. Hope you like it.” 

A long knife for Isseya. (He got the blade at a market, but the handle was gone. Had to carve a new one. He doesn’t mention it and just hopes Isseya won’t hate it.) 

(x)

And an oddly shaped pendant for Nora. It is simple but it catches the eye and it looks good on her. “A mouth harp. Looks cool, great for when you get bored.”

...Then he looks around and grins. “Anyone feel like eating some honeycake and drinking some coffee? We’ve got tea as well...”

[seboostianillustrations-ina-blog]

💪 Balder x Isseya? :D

💪 - Pick my muse up

I don’t think anyone, other than Bull, is strong enough to lift Balder, so I switched their roles. c’x Don’t want Isseya to have a bad back. x’D 

Balder grinned as he walked up behind the tan elf. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her head. A startled sound escaped Isseya, before she huffed and punched his arm lightly. She turned and glared up at the tall scarred Qunari, though her expression softened she saw his loving expression. 

Isseya wrapped her arms around his wide torse, a frown on her face. Balder chuckled as he hugged her gently, his head nuzzled between her neck and shoulder. Balder smirked, before he let go of her and put his arms under her arms. With little effort, he lifted Isseya up and wrapped his strong arm around her torso. Isseya made a small strangled growl, before a small smile grew on her lips as she looked down at Balder’s grinning face. Balder’s fiery orange met hers as his grin turned into a warm and loving smile. 

Balder couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped him as Isseya placed her lips on his, the kiss was soft and gentle as Balder held her securely in his arms. Balder broke the kiss after a few moments, both of them needing a breath of air. 

“You’re so stunning, Isse…” Balder whispered, his voice low and warm, some of his accent slipped in every now and then, making his words seem thick and rich. Isseya blushed as she leant her forehead against his, they enjoyed the little moment they had. 

Touch starved meme

[red-wardens]

Grey Warden Squad

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Super blessed to have been able to have commissioned the talented @gncrezan to draw my squad of Grey Wardens from my Multi-Warden AU. They’ve been portrayed so so perfectly! <3 

Back Row, Left to Right: Kyung-Jae ‘Kieran’ Tabris, Isseya Mahariel, Cassian Cousland, Blue Surana, Alyss Amell

Front Row, Left to Right: Nora Brosca, Ronan Aeducan

[inquisimer]

send me a Last Flight prompt!

Reviving my special Last Flight prompt post (: Griffons! Elves! Blood mages! Really capturing how Wardens think and act and what that Order is. So much good lore, about Weisshaupt and Wardens, and a premise for what we might encounter there in DA4.

I'm insane about it! Anyway.

This week I'd like prompts for the Last Flight crew and related characters 🙏 prompt lists I think would be good are linked below, but also feel free to send lines of poetry, song lyrics, or just a Situation based on the plot of the novel/the characters within.

✨tl;dr: send me a character or ship from the list below + the full text of a prompt, line of poetry, or song lyric✨

Solo Characters:

Valya

Isseya

Caronel

Ships:

Valya/Caronel or Valya & Caronel

Isseya/Calien or Isseya & Calien

Isseya & Garahel

Mahariel & Valya

Hawke & Valya

Prompt Lists: Feel free to send other song lyrics or lines of poetry as prompts!

unreal unearth prompts

vague eerie prompts

quotes about death

lord huron lyrics

hit em where it hurts

protective prompts

the romance of hands and touch

for the budding romance

f. scott fitzgerald prompts

bad omens lyrics