#arachne moitessier

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Arachne De Moitessier <3 

Need a healer <3

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Headcannon Meme: Vincent lost all of clothes to Arachne in a game of Wicked Grace--- he prays to Maker that Marcus never finds out.

10/10!

This definitely happened and it’s the reason he never plays with her again. He makes sure to leave that to some other poor unfortunate soul! Also, he’s not upset about his crushing loss at Wicked Grace since she appreciated the sight of him without clothes so much that it led to them making love on the table! >:3c

🌺 Tell me a preconeption/headcanon you have for one of my characters… 🌺

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Arachne de Moitessier-Lavellan Enjoying a wonderful Limsa day

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Arachne De Moitessier: Vincent’s postcards <3 

Some silly post cards she send to her husband <3 

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Arachne de Moitessier:

Every day glam! 

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Many faces of Arachne de Moitessier 💖

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Arachne de Moitessier- Trevelyan <3 

Arachne has made to Limsa and everytime she explores a new place, she must write her beloved husband, Vincent Trevelyan! She always includes photos, interesting finds and something from the locals latest fashions or weaponary <3 Vincent never knows what he’s in for, a new sword, goofy picture of his wife, a plushie or a pesky dust bunnie minion she found. XD 

She wears a white rose and her wedding ring in every picture and with all her outfits because they remind her of Vincent <3 

Vincent belongs to the amazing @sakurabunnie <3 

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“Moitessiers are a noble family from Orlais and are directly related to the Valmont and De Chalons. Although they have never had a direct member from their family line on Orlais’ throne, they do play an exceeding important role in Orlesian economy and politics. Thus, establishing themselves as key players in ‘The Game’. However despite their public appearance, the Moitessier have violent and disturbing family history.”

The current living members of the Moitessier family, are Arachne de Moitessier and her very sickly grandfather, Grand Duke Moitessier. Originally, Duke Moitessier cared little for his grand-daughter because her elven heritage and her mother’s mysterious origins. Finding her distasteful and unworthy of the Moitessier’s name, he invested his time into his ‘pure’ heir. However, after losing his only heir to mysterious circumstances, Duke Moitessier makes a desperate and bold political move naming Arachne as his heir. Despite their embittered beginnings, Arachne changes her grandfather bias views and develops a deep bond with him. With his support and admiration, Arachne works diligently ensure her families trade and estate in addition to her assiduous work to improve the lives of elves in Halamshiral, the impoverished and mages.

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The Trevelyans: Amazing DA sims family! I loves them so much! They’re an adorable family! :3 @sakurabunnie ‘s Vincent, Marcus and Maxwell Trevelyan. Along with Annabelle and baby Rosa! Finally, momma Arachne and baby to be! :D

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I don't know about any of your OCs, but 🍬 for three of your choice please? :3c

That’s alright, we just became mutuals and I loves your blog    (۶ꈨຶꎁꈨຶ )۶ʸᵉᵃʰᵎ  

Let’s see, 🍬   For family headcannons!

I hope you don’t mind but I have a few noble families for the headcannon question

The Moitessiers are a noble family from Orlais and are directly related to the Valmont and De Chalons. Although they have never had a direct member from their family line on Orlais’ throne, they do play an exceeding important role in Orlesian economy and politics. Thus, establishing themselves as key players in ‘The Game’. However despite their public appearance, the Moitessier have violent and disturbing family history. 

The current living members of the Moitessier family, are Arachne de Moitessier and her very sickly grandfather, Grand Duke Moitessier. Originally, Duke Moitessier cared little for his grand-daughter because her elven heritage and her mother’s mysterious origins. Finding her distasteful and unworthy of the Moitessier’s name, he invested his time into his ‘pure’ heir. However, after losing his only heir to mysterious circumstances, Duke Moitessier makes a desperate and bold political move naming Arachne as his heir. Despite their embittered beginnings, Arachne changes her grandfather bias views and develops a deep bond with him. With his support and admiration, Arachne works diligently ensure her families trade and estate in addition to her assiduous work to improve the lives of elves in Halamshiral, the impoverished and mages.

The Aurelius’ are an ancient family that dates to the beginning of Tevinter civilization. Like many Altus families, the Aurelius’ have a dark, unscrupulous and bloody past that established their postion in Tevinter nobility. The Aurelius ,like many Tevinter nobles, cultivated their magical abilities through marriage, reproduction, and blood magic in order to produce extremely powerful pyromancers. However, their desire to produce powerful heirs have lead to familial mental instability and occassionally hemophilia.

Modern day Aurelius have changed drastically since their matriarch , Victoria, released their slaves from their contracts and uprooted many brutual practices. Despite her unstable, unhinging and unsettled behaviors, Victoria raised her children to have a suprisingly ethical and moral compass. However, after the Imperium discovers that Magister Victoria murder her husband, they sentence her death. On the behest of Southern Chantry mother, Warden Stroud recruits Magister Victoria into the Grey Wardens. After his mother disappears, Lucius takes over her position as Magister in the Magisterium at the age of 15. Lucius is very successful in economic trade, politics and cultivating occult magicks. With his new position, Lucius raises his half-siblings, Jini and Belvantia Aurelius, and tries to give them their freedom and unconditional support. Furthermore, Lucius desires desperately save his relationship with his other half sister, Febris Fabius. The Aurelius family become intrigal in their support of the Inquisition and the Lucerni.

The Couslands are a fair and noble family that have ruled Highever since the Age of Black, when their ancestor became the teyrnir. One of the only two families in Ferelden that hold the Teyrnir title, the Couslands are staunch loyalists to The Theirin blood line and devout Andrastians. During the Orlesian occuptations, the Couslands fought against the Orlesian forces creating tensions with the Howe family. However, when Bryce Cousland and Rendon Howe survived a terrifying defeat the two men mended their familial differences. Until, Rendon Howe’s betrayed the Couslands, effectively murdering all but the two Cousland heirs. 

Before Howe’s betrayal, Bryce and Eleanor Cousland ruled their lands with a justice and fairness,instilling a rightous moral compass in their children. Fergus and Joan grew up with a strong sense of justice and temperance uncommon in many noble families. Both children lived prestigious and comfortable lives within Cousland castle, innocent to many of Thedas’ injustices.  With their parents unconditional love and support,  Fergus and Joan became righteous and fair leaders that shape the future of Ferelden. 

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Belvantia Aurelius, Jini Aurelius and Arachne de Moitessier Graphics <3

Found this adorable Picrew online! Here’s the link , I’m tagging @sakurabunnie, @pelle-lavellan, @hadiden-lavellan , @frenchy-and-the-sea <3 If you all are interested <3

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Arachne De Moitessier: Facts

FULL NAME: Arachne de Moitessier

FACE CLAIM: None

Visual:

Art by Crystalvfae <3

HAIR COLOR: White EYE COLOR:  Sky blue SKIN COLOR: Fair DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:  HOME COUNTRY: Orlais HOME TOWN: RACE: Human/ Elven hertiage HEIGHT: 5′2″   WEIGHT: 105 lbs BODY TYPE: Petite, Shapely

GENDER: Female 

PRONOUNS: She/her SEXUALITY:  VOICE:  honeyed , heavily accented PERSONALITY:  Charming, Intelligent, Cunning  PSYCHOLOGY: independent,  hard-working,  ambitious   PHYSICAL HEALTH: Healthy PARENTS:   SIBLINGS: None  EXTENDED FAMILY: Aedan, Tristan, and Annabelle (future children), Empress Celene (cousin).  ACCENT: Orlesian OCCUPATION(S): TALENTS: Druid arts,  multilingualism,  Precognition, Singing, Bardic arts  TITLE(S): Duchess, White Spider and La Sorcière Blanche. NICKNAME(S): ALLERGIES: Magebane and Rowan FAVOURITE COLOUR:  Cremes, Ivory, and Pastels FAVOURITE FOOD: Madeleine FAVOURITE ANIMALS: Spiders, Horses and Mabaris  PETS: None BEST FRIEND: Lucius Aurelius (Magister),  Antoinette Blanc (Inquisition) FRIEND(S): Josephine, Leliana, Belvantia Aurelius, Empress Celene, and  Briala  

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Arachne de Moitessier: Appearance Meme

BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE. BOLTALIC for occasional

Body

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach.  Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands.Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

Height

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm.171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

Skin

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

Eyes

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

Hair

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly.Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows.Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

Tattoos / Piercings

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo (vallaslin). Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

Cosmetics

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

Scent

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Woody. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

Clothes

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt.Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton.Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather.Velvet. Wool. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors.Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

Shoes

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

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The Bann’s Duchess: Chapter 1

    Art by Crystal Fae

                                   Chapter 1: An Auspicious Invitation

Fog loomed as far as he could see, it was almost tangible, shrouding everything in a thick white veil. Vincent could barely see the sunlight through the thick clouds just managing to keep his creme stallion on the beaten trail. According to the information  his brother , Marcus, had gathered not many would attempt this hazardous journey  the Moitessier’s estate. The estate, in question, was nestled deep in the forest of Dales only a few days journay from Halamshiral. 

Vincent knew the  immediate moment he crossed into the Moitesser’s borders, the sounds of birds and wildlife  that normally filled a forested region had all but vanished, even their heavy footsteps seem to disappear into the colorless fog. He couldn’t gauge how deep he had penetrated the overgrown forest or even how far the estate was from their present location. He bit down his bottom lip, tightening his grip on the reins urging his horse to continue their lengthy trek to the mysterious Orlesian estate. 

“The townsfolk say a witch cursed the Moitessiers, my lord.” A man’s voice broke the eerie silence that hovered over the riders.  “During the third blight, I believe,” the knight muttered almost unintelligibly, “cursed their sons to an early grave and their daughter’s into spiders.” the man mumbled as he carefully observed the blanketed treelines for signs of peril. 

“If that were the case, Brynn, than the Moitessiers lineage would have ended and we would not be attending this soiree.” Vincent chuckled, acknowledging  his companion’s foreboding notion.

“It would explain their family crest, the white spider.” Brynn continued to pondered, catching up with the nobleman. “What noble house would choose a spider for their heraldry?” He paused for a moment “ Or perhaps, The Moitessiers are witches themselves, you must admit this fog is unnatural and the estate…” he paused again glancing into the unnatural fog. “No, something isn’t right, I can feel it in my bones.” The man nervously glanced over at Vincent hinting at something nefarious. 

“Perhaps, we should refrain from calling our hosts spiders and witches, no?” Vincent chuckled, nodding his head towards inauspicious gate looming in the fog.

“If you say so.” Brynn gave a hushed response, adjusting himself in his saddle, “Why did you accept their invitation, tis far from Ostwick, my lord.” The man curiously inquired as they reached the colossal gilded gate. 

“Trade with Moistessiers would increase my family’s fortune and boost our statues tremendously” Vincent slowed his horse as they closed their distance on the massive gate.  “It’s exceedingly hard to obtain a trade contract with this family due to their relation to Orlesian crown.” He paused as Sir Brynn caught up with him, “ With a successful trade pact, I could establish a tighter hold on the Trevelyan assets and, perhaps, even help Maxwell.” Vincent released a sad sigh, momentary reminiscing on his youngest brother’s circumstance. 

The white fog suddenly gave way at the entry of the gate, allowing the sun to drape over the carefully forged golden roses that adore it’s decorative bars. Two chevaliers were posted on  either side of it’s entrance,  their plate mail glistened brightly from the abrupt sun light. They adored white enameled masks, which did little to hide their surprise as they walked towards Vincent and his companion. 

“Invités, ici ?” Vincent could hear one ask the other on their cautious approach to the Free Marchers.  Vincent quickly raised his hands to assure the chevaliers he was unarmed and had peaceful intentions. However, his intentions seemed lost on the chevalier as the man grabbed Vincent’s reins halting his passage into the manicured garden just beyond the gate’s entrance.

“I was expected for a soiree, Grand Duke Moitessier is hosting.” He assured the guard, pulling a pristine letter from his mount’s satchel. The chevalier’s  brows furrowed under his mask and as he carefully examined the letter. 

“Yes, this is The Grand Duke’s seal and handwriting,” the guard gave a husky response, giving  Vincent a troubled glance. “However, the Moitessier family are not hosting a soiree, Bann Trevelyan.” 

Vincent felt himself instinctively tighten on his rein, “There must be a mistake, we’ve travelled a great distance.” He tempered his frustration with a short tisk, staring directly into the masked man’s cornflower eyes. 

“I’m sorry, The Moitessiers have not hosted any guest since her ladyship returned to the estate about 10 years ago.” The guard stated cooly, offering Vincent his letter, ready to return to his post. 

“We were invited by your Lordship, travelled from Ostwick and now you are turning us away at the gate?”  Vincent forcible measured his inquiry, masking his annoyance with their current situation. 

Suddenly, a loud rustling from the forest forced the guard’s response to stop, the man turned his attention from Vincent quickly reaching for his blade. 

Both Vincent and Brynn, turned their attention in the direction of the rustling sound inching closer to their position. The chevaliers tensed, withdrawing their blades as they slowly closed in the sound. Vincent turned his steed to face the mysterious noise reaching for his own blade just catching Brynn muttering  about something being off.  He could just make a light scratching noise as something hastily approached them from across the forest floor. 

He watched as the chevaliers hoist their heavy shields preparing for unsolicated ambush , closing the distance between them and the forest. Vincent felt himself tense up on the reins giving his guard a cue to prepare for someting unexpected. He could just make the foliage shivering, causing leaves to dislodge a fall to the damp ground. The chevaliers’ lifted their swords as a creature sprang from the fog covered forest. 

It toppled over it furry legs and quickly scuttled past the guards before halting in front of the nobleman. A fuzzy white spider stood transfixed at the sight of him, its legs stood unnaturally straight as it seem to stare directly into his eyes.  

It’s beady black eyes, flitted from him, the chevaliers, Brynn before return to him, with a human like curiosity. It was roughly the size of small lap dog, covered entirely white downy fur, and had several large ebony eyes that focused solely on him. It finally broke it’s eye contact with the noble before shifting it’s attention the back chevaliers. 

Vincent watched as spider rasped it feet against the ground before straightening it’s long legs returning it’s attention towards him. The guards seem to stiffen for a moment, lowered their shields slowly approaching the mounted noble. The spider stay a moment longer watching Vincent with intense interest before rapidly rushing in the grandeur garden. 

Vincent watched as the spider disappeared into the garden’s grotto of pale pink roses. He turned his attention back to the chevalier sheathing his blade as he approached the Vincent’s mount. As the man approached him, Vincent noted the a spider engraved in the middle of the chevalier’s enameled mask and the prominent spider splayed across the man’s pristine tabard. He briefly recalled the Moitessier odd choose in their crest, the white spider. Pondering for a brief moment if the Moitessiers simply had an odd taste in pets. 

“We apologize, Bann, for our aggressive display, there are large spiders and creatures lurking in The Dales.” The chevalier stated gruffly before giving Vincent access to the estate’s entry. 

“But, not that spider?” Vincent raised a suspicious eyebrow to the guard, feeling slightly unsettled by the spider’s presence. 

“No, Bann Trevelyan...that spider is a part of the estate.” The chevalier lips tightened as his whole body straightened as if  Vincent’s inquiry fundamentally insulted the guard. “Welcome to the Moitessier’s estate Bann Trevelyan, Antoinette will see you both to your rooms.” The man waved to his companion before returning to his post at the gate’s entry. 

“Just like that?” Vincent couldn’t help feel confused and skeptical at the sudden change in the guard’s demeanor or the oddity that occurred moments before.  Glancing over his shoulder, he motioned for Brynn to follow him into the grounds, even more uncertain about his auspicious invitation.  

A special thank you @sakurabunnie for letting me write Vincent <3 I hope you enjoyed the first chapter <3 (Also, Maxwell and Marcus belong to Bunnie too)

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Couldn’t help myself <3 Made some of my Dragon Age ladies <3 

1) Arachne De Moitessier 

2) Hilda Laurent

3) Belvantia Aurelius

4) Reyla Humael

5) Mani Hunar 

6) Frigg Brosca 

Here’s the  picrew if you wanna make your ocs <3

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💋 for as many of my ocs as you'd like ;3

All of them ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿. They shall kiss all your wonderful ocs!

Arachne Moitessier X Vincent Trevelyan :

Reyla Humael X Luka Trevelyan:

Soli Humael X Maxwell Trevelyan 

Lucius Aurelius X Ash Adaar: 

Jini Aurelius X Matthew Trevelyan: 

Maxwell De Castellet X Fionn Lavellan:

Maeveen Rowe X Marcus Trevelyan: 

Cadmus Pentaghast X Mahannon Lavellan: 

Feydor Huron X Faelan Ghilain/ Lavellan: 

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