#OC: Haleir Lavellan

[inquisitor-julia]

Absolutely breathtaking commission I got from @pauvre-lola of my OCs Wren Lavellan and Haleir!!!

I adore every inch of this piece it feels like it belongs in an art museum tbh, thank you so much for bringing this to life and for your endless patience with me!! ♥️♥️♥️

Wren is my Solas romance Inquisitor and Hal is a Sentinel of Mythal and Wren's alternate LI in two AUs I have for her!

[nadas-dirthalen]

look I try not to get too self-indulgent about OCs on this blog, especially not with my medium-res screenshots, but for the past few weeks i have been in love with Her™ ithalia haleir lavellan, woman that you are.

i had no idea that she looks like a certain inquisitor of old.

i cried real tears when i found out.

[aly-the-writer]

For the DA Drunk Writing Circle: Dragon Age Codex Entry- something about your OC written by the cook.

Thanks for the prompt! ^^ I answered this one with my Hal Lavellan.

Anote in the journal of Haven’s Cook. Entry seems to concern Inquisitor HaleirLavellan.

How does one man drink that muchcoffee? I didn’t expect a Dalish savage to even have a taste for the stuff buthe drinks even more of it than Lady Montilyet. One would think that with how energeticthe Herald is already that any more of the stuff would cause an explosion.

I’ll have to speak with LadyMontilyet about arranging a larger shipment of it. Between all these night-longthe War Table strategy meetings and the Herald and this Iron Bull added to themix too we’ve simply not got enough on hand for everyone.

Still, this is Ferelden. If we run out of their fancy Antivan drink there’sonly so much I can do.

[bisexual-ashe]

flirting with everyone in dragon age ended up making me sad because like.. from the start i knew my inquisitor (haleir) was going to romance iron bull right

but he was also flirting with both dorian and cassandra,, and both ended up with feelings for him and then i felt so awful having to reject them LMDFKLSDJSL like guys no im sorry this twink ass elf is just a flirt hes not actually interested hes riding the bull i swear-

[snyrtch]

I got tagged by @moss-flesh to do a uquiz called 'what's at your core?' for my ocs!! if anyone I tag wants to do it too, that'd be neat! let me know you do it too bc its fun!! @siennadraws @fade-touched-shenanigans @blarrghe @highwayphantoms

Shielan Sabrae

flightless bird the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints… this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

Taltic

warped metal it's not working out the way you want it to. no matter how hard you try to look scary, the very picture of karmic retribution, your efforts will inevitably fall short. you're out of place here, a broken doll and a used marionette. there's nothing to gain in pretending you can't be hurt like anyone else. there's nothing to gain in pretending you aren't human, that you're made of twisted steel and distorted memories. embrace your humanity. embrace your vulnerability. give in to trust.

Venarla Mahariel

acerbic wit you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

Haleir Lavellan

silent admission in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

[scharoux]

We are the last of the Elvhen...

[amralimesoti]

Musical insp.

I felt the need to sketch, so I did a few of my friends oc’s

@seablrd @befooled @sternenstaub28 @inquisitorialbusiness

[doriansbutt]

and gift for @inquisitorialbusiness ♥♥♥

[aly-the-writer]

Hey! Hey! Hey! @hoehoehoelt borrowed my characters for a ficlet and did a fantastic job!!!

Happiness Only Lasts So Long...

A fic inspired by @aly-the-writer ! Get ready y’all!!! I might have to split this up into a couple parts too, so if you enjoyed this, then I hope you wish to stick around for the rest!

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Pairing: Adair Lavellan x Mahanon Lavellan

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Haleir grinned as he entered the Dalish camp, waving to a few of those he knew as he made his way to the Keepers Aravel, where he knew his brother would most likely be, probably studying away at this time with Adair and Siona. The three of them were generally pretty quiet. At least, a lot quieter than he was, so he never really considered the possibility of one of them being missing as he made his way over. He peeked his head inside the curtain first, looking to see who was around currently before proceeding with his plan to announce himself. Loudly.

He only say his twin and little sister there, so he walked in, before yelling loudly.

‘’Yo, bro! Siona! Good to see you!’’

He grinned in glee as his siblings subsequently jumped at the sound of his voice, before Taralyn turned around slightly to glare at him, and Siona stood up, throwing herself at him as she giggled.

‘’Hal! Look Tara, Hal’s home!’’

Hal chuckled quietly, reaching down to stroke his sisters hair, whilst looking at Taralyn to start up a conversation.

‘’What, not excited to see me? You wound me, brother.’’Taralyn didn’t answer straight away. Instead he looked back down at his book, before muttering his reply.

‘’It’s…Nice to see you…’’

Haleir accepted that that was all he was going to get out of his brother, and he pried Siona off of him gently, before looking around. Even if it was already obvious who wasn’t here.

‘’Where’s Adair? We practically raised the kid ourselves. He could at least come say hi.’’

Hal thought it was odd that the teenager wasn’t with them. Despite the reprimanding he often got from Tara, who truly did care about him, just didn’t know how to show it, he barely left their sides. It had been like that since the first day the pale elf had been brought to camp, bloody and unconscious. The twins had been thirteen at the time, and Siona only six.

Taralyn snorted. Haleir didn’t understand why. It was like he was almost…Amused?

‘’I’m not surprised you didn’t see him. You know Mahanon? Dalia’s kid? They’ve been growing close for a while, Adair and Mahanon, that is. They-’’

‘’Addie’s got a booooyfriiiiiend~!’’

Siona cut in then, and it made sense. That did explain why he wasn’t with them. He recalled Adair and Mahanon becoming something akin to friends as children, but he never thought it would go any further than that. Now they were courting? That was a twist in the tale that Hal hadn’t been expecting. Still, he was happy that Adair had found somebody at last to love, and he smirked to himself. This was the perfect time to go seek out the young couple, and perhaps ‘’subtly’’ warn Mahanon that if he ever did anything to hurt Adair, he would rise him from the dead just to kick his ass himself.

Just as he left the aravel to go do that though, he saw the two of them pass. They were walking through camp, holding hands and talking. Mahanon must have said something funny, as Adair brought his hand up to his mouth to cover his laugh. Mahanon wouldn’t have that though, and stopped walking long enough to pull Adair’s hand away, before using his free hand to tuck a piece of the smaller elf’ hairs startlingly white hair behind his ear. He also leaned forward to press a kiss to the pale elf’s cheek, and Hal had to stop himself from bursting out laughing right then and there from the shade of red Adair turned. He did have to smile at how sappy it looked however. Adair seemed to be smiling a lot more than he ever did growing up, despite his best attempts to show that his past hadn’t affected him as much as it really did. And Hal was grateful to Mahanon for that. He just hoped Mahanon would never break the young elf’s heart. Which reminded him. He would definitely need to have a word with Mahanon regarding that. For now though, he was content to let the couple be, and watch from the sidelines…

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First part done! Next up is how Taralyn feels, then Adair, then the really angsty stuff happens..Ohohoho.

[braham-is-bi]

Rules: Bold any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable. tagged by @nordickzz​ no Tumblr it’s fine I don’t want to post pictures or anything it’s fine

Haleir Tralinson the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

Sariel Lavellan the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

Sun Xiaoli the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

Tagging...anyone who wants to do this like just @ me so I can see it I can’t remember who’s done this yet so

[inquisitor-julia]

     He huffed a laugh and suddenly Wren wanted nothing more than to hide in the furs draped at her shoulders, never to be seen again.

    “You were watching the celebrations weren’t you?”

    So he had seen her staring, wonderful.

    “It’s much more fun when you’re not just watching.” He continued.

    She glanced back to him, eyes wide, he wasn’t asking her to-

    “Dance with me?”

@mik-arts strikes again with this adorable piece inspired by a short snippet I wrote about Wren and Hal! (featuring @eluvii‘s Anni and @inquisitor-veowyn‘s Veowyn! <3) This is from the Vir Tanadahl AU I share with my friends which has been so fun to create and has helped me flesh out Wren and Haleir so much!

[bnnuyboikase]

hey, guess who finally managed to draw out their ‘canon’ da timeline ocs ^o^;;

[aly-the-writer]

Lost Raven

Fandom: Dragon Age

Character: Haleir Lavellan

Description: (SFW) Just a quick scene of Hal’s days long before he came to be at the Conclave or with the Inquisition. I’m figuring that he’s probably 19-20 in this scene, so he’s not been away from his Clan for very long.

Very heavy on my personal Dalish HC’s. You can read it on Ao3 here.

“Didn’t your Ma tell you not to come here?” the fortune teller asked without looking up, he had an easy smile as he waited in the shade of his little awning for someone to pass by and take an interest in his cards.

“Ma said you was Dalish and going to steal children away to live in the woods forever,” she informed him, tugging at one of her corn yellow braids. “Grandpapa said that was silly – no real Dalish lives in the city like you do or is as silly – but he used a different word.”

His expression stilled for a moment, his hands pausing fractionally before he returned to shuffling the deck.

“I used to be Dalish,” he said at last, his hands beginning to move again.

The elf-child frowned at him – alienage brats were sharp, most had quick fingers and nearly all of them could spot a lie at twenty paces. She could tell that wasn’t the full truth and she was going to pout at him until he explained. Creators, children were all the same no matter where they grew up or what their kind was.

“I am Dalish, but I have been away from my home for a long time,” he corrected himself, grinning to the girl. Anna had shown up the first day he’d arrived in the market just outside the Ostwick alienage. “I won’t steal anyone to live in the woods, I promise.”

“How come Mama knew you was Dalish?”

“My vallaslin,” he smiled, touching his face where the lines of his tattoo crossed his cheek. “That’s what these mean.”

“Oooh,” she nodded sagely, “I’ve seen dwarves with vallah-vall….those.”

He chuckled, “Not exactly. Dwarves wear those to show that they don’t belong to Orzammar – their homeland – anymore, it’s not always their choice to have them. Dalish choose to have ours, part of our growing up. They represent our loyalty to our gods.”

“Like Andraste?”

“Sort of,” he grinned. “We call them the Creators.”

She frowned, “So, is what Mother Jacqueline says in the Chant wrong?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “That’s not how the religion stuff works…you’ll get it when you’re older, maybe.”

“…do you?”

“…not really,” he grinned. “Are you implying I’m old?”

“Yup.”

“Ach, she wounds me,” he placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “Go on, your Ma really will wound me if she catches you here again. I’ve been warned not to fill your head with any more fanciful stories.”

He’d given an account of the Hero of Ferelden, there weren’t many elvish heroes who met with Andrastian approval. The Warden Surana was the only one he could think of who was also a mage – and given how Antivan the stories of Garahel were he wasn’t going to be the one repeating them where young ears could hear.

Still, strange Dalish wanderers who did card tricks and read fortunes in cards were not what respectable mothers wanted their children pestering for stories of life outside the alienage.

With her scampering off to play with the other youngsters he settled to watch and listen. There was little else he could do, and for the moment he was content to play the part he was presenting. Soon he’d change roles – mercenary, this time if he found a company amenable to protecting its mage.

Poor pay, he was an elf and most mercs knew that a Dalish elf away from their Clan was there because they’d gotten exiled, and he couldn’t correct that misunderstanding.

Turning his wrist he looked at the carved raven, the words of an ancient story, only half remembered whispering from his memory:

‘You are lost and soon you will fade,’ spoke Fear and twinned Deceit swore, ‘You have been abandoned. He loves you no longer.’ Falondin’s reflection bade them to be silent, speaking the words: ‘I am not lost, I am not abandoned.’ And so he bade them to carry him to where Dirthamen’s shadow lay.’

Keeper Deshanna had pressed the carved raven into his hand as she stood on tip toe to kiss his brow.

“A guide to return you to the people,” she had told him in the dark of the night when he slipped away as tradition demanded of his new role, his brother’s green eyes watching him in silence from behind her. “And a reminder that as you walk the lonelier paths you are never truly lost and nor are you abandoned by the People.”

He’d been glad for the darkness that lay around his departure, he couldn’t worry them with the few escaped tears that had run hot down his cheeks if they could not see them in the shadow of his hood.

The baker from down the street whose grandmother was Rivaini and who was fretting over his daughter’s upcoming nuptials was approaching – doubtless to consult with the cards. He never paid in coin but Hal wasn’t one to turn down the food that was brought in exchange instead.

Memories of his Clan and the reminder of his duty to them could wait until after he’d had breakfast.

[notkirstinetheartist]

Happy Dragon Age Day to the fandom that pulled me out of my creative lull and inspired me to grow again. I am so thankful for all the wonderful friends I’ve made & I can’t wait to see the future we have in store. 💙 I wish I could have drawn every single one of you, but I’m still proud of all I got done, especially with the flu. For every creator and their OC mention in this piece, check out the tags below! I can personally confirm that they are all truly magnificent. 💙

From left to right, top to bottom, we have:

1. @polycythemiav Marian Hawke

2. @midorimaddie Aerwynn Lavellan

3. @debgall Inquisitor Trevelyan

4. @reonerra Réonerra

5. @the-dreadful-canine Elizabeth Montes

6. @emerald-amidst-gold Fane Lavellan

7. @ashalle-art Ashalle

8. @Udon Art’s (Twitter, because the Tumblr @ isn’t working for some reason?) Eralen Lavellan

9. @whataboutbugs Syrillon Lavellan

10. @pikapeppa Tamaris Lavellan

11. @oxygenforthewicked Saeris Lavellan

12. @fiadhaisteach Fenorain Surana

13. @elbenherzart Nare Lavellan

14. @best-of-the-vein Karrie Cadash

15. @layalu June Trevelyan

16. @varric-tethras-editor Marin Lavellan

17. @palepinkycat Orfan

18. @hybrus Lin Lavellan

19. @blueheaded Flint Brosca

20. @shift-shaping Eirwen Surana

21. @AnnaHenriArt (Twitter) Haleir Lavellan

22. @dreadfutures Ixchel

23. @noire-pandora Elluin Lavellan

24. @kumaronoa Feyren Lavellan

25. @drag-on-age Gaelowen Lavellan

26. @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold Maria Cadash

Also! Several characters are referenced that I didn't have time to draw this year, unfortunately. :( Those would be the ones referenced in the letters Mellan is writing. In the fourth panel, they are @dumbassentity Astaari Adaar & @rosella-writes Virelan Lavellan. In the final panel, Mellan is also writing letters (ft. the Theodosian Dread Dog Delivery Service) to @ElvhenGoddess (Twitter) Britannia, @lunarshardss (Twitter) Lyric, and @gaysolavellan Kiernan. Thank you @unofficialdragonageday for organizing this each year!

[faerieavalon]

   Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition    Rating: Explicit    Pairings: Solas/Elvhen OC, Felassan/Elvhen OC, Male Lavellan/Dorian, Others To Be Added

Ch 64: Ghi'myem

[Read it on AO3]

Abelas  lifted the practice sword and stepped forward into guard position. His arms burned and sweat trickled down his back as he pivoted and swung for the abdomen of his imaginary opponent, turning the blade at the last second to catch the invisible defending strike. He danced his way through form after form, charging forward and retreating back, feints and parries against weapons only he could see, until the peripheral sounds of the training yard faded away. His jumbled thoughts, however, wouldn’t be defeated so easily.

Mythal had returned at last.

It had been hours since she arrived and upset the relative peace of the temple grounds. Hours he had spent in the training yard, venting his frustrations. She was likely surrounded by people eagerly throwing themselves at her feet but he could feel her breathing down his neck as surely as if she stood by his side. 

They were out of time and options. The spy was in a cell deep underground. Unreachable for rescue or counsel. Researching on his own was a dead end. The library held only tales of Mythal’s grandeur, not of her fall or the days that followed. He had pushed Era’las away. Though it had been on purpose, and honorable, it still ate at him to cause her pain. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her tear filled eyes as she fled from his words. He had backed himself into a corner and the most dangerous being of all was close enough to strike at them all.

Spiraling in a loop of his darkest thoughts and fears, he barely noticed when a body stepped into his path. Overcorrecting his swing, he stumbled on his toes and smashed the sword into the stone floor hard enough to crack the blade in half. The intruder wasn’t harmed but the sword was beyond repair. Abelas cursed under his breath and threw the hilt to the ground in frustration.

“Ir abelas, ha’hren!” His visitor scrambled back and bowed deeply. 

It was Haleir. He held his bent posture of repentance, looking every bit like he was expecting punishment to rain down on him. Abelas sighed, a dismissal on the tip of his tongue when he noticed something else of importance. The youth wasn’t wearing the light gear for practice forms or the heavier armour for field work. His armour shone as brilliant as the high noon sun and the new leather straps creaked slightly when he shifted. This was the full dress armour of a Sentinel. 

“De da’rahn,” Abelas mumbled and stepped back. He clenched his fists at his sides and steeled his nerves. “Do you require something of me, panelan?”

The youth lifted his eyes first, confusion wrinkling the branches etched on his brow. When no admonishment followed, he rose to his full height and saluted Abelas, his fist pressed tightly against the golden plate covering his chest. 

“She is asking to see you, ha’hren.” Pride flooded Haleir’s aura as he squared his shoulders and grinned. “First Mother bid me to find you and bring you to her.”

The game had begun.

[Read the rest on AO3]

[scharoux]

WIP Whenever!

Decided to do a portrait of my new Dalish boi....it WAS supposed to be a quick sketch, but my OCD brain was like NOPE!

**It is completely coincidental that he looks like Solas in this, evidently my brain is stuck on the egg**