#clan revassan

[exhausted-archivist]

Gotta know more about Clan Revassan Meta.

So that is one of the "as said on the tin" and it is meta of my main Inquisitor Lavellan, Isala's, birth clan.

The lore I have for them, in a tldr overview, is that they formed after a young group of warriors and a couple mages split off from their original clan due to philosophical differences. Their original clan, Clan Galifalon, was more pacifist than this particular group wanted. So, they split off to become their own clan and eventually carved out their own settlement in the Frostbacks. They are happy and thriving for a time, but as magic wanes in the clan and times get hard they venture into the low lands. Unfortunately, it is at the same time as the Fifth Blight.

It is kind of funny, I recently learned the basic structure of how Clan Ravassan ends up in the Bercillian Forest is similar to the Clan Sabrea. Who, Marethari, took the clan into the lowlands after a group of Avvar attacked the clan. Killing Marethari's husband and the previous Keeper; who we know to be Mahariel's father. This is mentioned in World of Thedas Vol. 2 and yeah, it kind of contradicts what is told in dao. But I kind of like it because it makes the scenario I had a little more plausible and I like being within the realm of plausability.

But, overall, I put the clan together as a way to explore the idea of isolationist clans, how their closed practices would affect Isala, as well as sort of tackle some darker themes I like exploring in my writing. They carry a lot of dark themes in their overall history as I write out my long fic, very different in comparison to my stuff for my other oc Clan Shalelan and my headcanons for Clan Lavellan.

I have their 150 clan members all named, laid out their history from 2:20 Glory to 9:31 Dragon. I've also laid out their relationships to others, their differing cultural practices and beliefs, as well as general bios of each character in case I want to use them for something or build another character from them.

As of right now I have the entire clan save for Isala killed in a darkspawn raid. But I'm editing and reworking parts so I might change it. They do narratively have a purpose as to why they don't survive, but I've been musing about it in terms of how to give them more... I don't have the word for it at the moment, sorry. ;A;

[arookinthelighthouse]

Making a slight change to Revassan's lore bc why tf not.

I think in a previous post about them I said that Viago found them when their clan was slaughtered when they were 18. I am now changing this to when they were 13 bc the thought of Viago finding this kid just a year or two after the end of the Fifth Blight is appealing to me. By the time Veilguard rolls around, they're 31 years old and STILL acting before they think and Viago is about to lose his hair from the stress Revassan causes (he loves them really).

And also I just really enjoy the thought of Revassan getting older and confiding in Viago about their gender and not understanding how they feel and Viago just being the big brother they need during that time.

[spicywarl0ck]

Hi Spicy!!! How about some Pavelyan or Pavellan today (or any other pair that inspires you!): “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” -from Smutty prompts

Happy Friday, and thank you so much for the prompt! This took me two fridays to finish, because I got carried away with it. I had so much fun writing this for @dadrunkwriting, so thank you x3 Pairing: Dorian Pavus/mLavellan Rating: E Length: 2129

The rush of air felt cold against his flushed cheeks.

He heard the soft splashing of the nearby well, the sound comforting in contrast with the noise inside. Just a moment for himself was all he needed, a moment of calmness after dealing with too many politicians and murder plots.

Revassan took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scents of the exotic flowers around him. 

“Ah, and there I wondered where the hero of the evening went. I figured I’d find you here.” Dorian’s voice made him smile on the spot. It had been hard to find even a minute for themselves with everything going on. They’d only been able to squeeze in one tiny dance on the balcony.

“You always seem to sense where to find me,” Revassan smirked at the mage. “I’d almost say you keep a magical tracker on me.”

“Maybe I do.” He watched the eyes of the Altus glinting slightly, his lips stretching into a mischievous smirk. “We Tevinter mages are rather good at keeping track of our elves.” Dorian joked. “Wouldn’t want them to run away and develop free will, right?” he teased. 

“Ah, I knew there was a catch.” The elf chuckled, observing as Dorian's expression softened. “I take it you came to fetch me then?” 

“Actually, I wanted to steal a moment with you.” Dorian presented him with the bottle of wine he’d held behind his back. “What could be nicer than a picnic in Celene’s gardens right?” 

“And also her wine, I assume?” 

“Of course.” The mage gestured him toward the stone frame of the well. He would never get dirt onto his outfit. “But to soothe your conscience, I asked very politely,” Dorian added swiftly.

“Aren’t you always?” Revassan chuckled as he graciously sat next to the Tevinter mage. “I’m impressed.”

“As you should be.” By the creators, he loved this cocky man. He’s tried to withstand his charms at first but fell for him sooner than expected. Now, he was caught in his trap, unable to let go of the magnificent man that Dorian Pavus was.

“I see you’re very humble tonight.” Revassan teased, watching as Dorian conjured two drinking cups up before he filled them with the sweet red liquid.

“Of course I am.” Dorian’s mustache moved with his smile. “I am the humblest man you’ll ever meet,” he added, only his eyes betraying his words and calling his tease out. By now, Revassan was more than capable of reading this man.

It took him a while to see the vulnerability of Dorian, but he’d taken a deep understanding after meeting his father in Redcliffe.

“Thank you for sneaking the wine out.” Revassan’s smile was genuine. “I needed it,” he added. The past evening had been a lot, and he hadn’t been sure how to deal with political situations. His people didn’t really meddle in things like that, the conclave being the only exception he witnessed. 

If he was honest, it was surprising that they listened to a Dalish elf. 

“I know.” Dorian’s voice sounded soft when he spoke. “You’re not ballroom material,” he added, the tease evident in his voice. “For me, it’s like coming home.” His gaze drifted away for a heartbeat, the corners of his lips dropping slightly.

“Do you miss it?” 

“Home? Of course. Tevinter might have his flaws, but it’s still my home. Don’t you miss your Clan?” he replied, taking a thoughtful sip of wine as he let it dance on his palate. “Hm, I have to say not bad, but nothing could beat a Tevinter Redwine.”

“I miss them.” A sad smile danced on Revassan’s lips. “I miss them ever since I left. Funny, isn’t it?” he chuckled.

“I always wanted to leave, but now that I am so far away from them, I can’t help but want to go back.” It wasn’t as if he could or would, to begin with. There had been nothing more he wanted but to go back when he woke up in the dungeon in Haven. But he knew there was no turning back now.

He’d come too far for that. 

Also, there was Dorian. He wasn’t sure if his father would approve of a Tevinter Altus, meaning he’d need to make a choice sooner or later. For now, though, he didn’t want to choose.

“We always miss the things we can’t have. Or so they say.” The mage’s face turned firm, his eyes studying him intensely.

“I told myself I won’t compromise myself anymore.” He set the cup aside before his hand stretched to touch Revassan’s cheek. The elf felt the cold metal of Dorian’s rings pressing against his skin, the touch soothing against his wine-heated cheeks.

“Neither should you.”

Revassan couldn’t say who initiated it, maybe both of them, but he didn’t care much about the hows and who’s as he melted contently into the kiss. Dorian always knew what he needed, the sweet taste of Orlesian wine lingering on his lips.

He got lost in the touch, slightly shuddering against the mage’s palm cupping his cheek. 

It was easy to forget everything around them as he closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment and closeness of the other man against him as neither wanted to withdraw.

“Getting a little excited?” Dorian chuckled against his lips as he felt him shiver

He didn’t even give him a chance to answer until his tongue brushed against his lips, gently asking for entrance before slipping in. This bastard knew all too well what he did to him. Revassan melted in his arms as his whimpers were muffled by the invading tongue exploring his mouth.

An unbearable heat began to claim his body, yet he also shivered as he felt the chilly breeze.

All he felt was the body pressing against him and the tongue moving inside his mouth. A hand pressed against his lower back, drawing him closer while the mage ravaged every corner of his mouth, leaving him wanting more.

“Dorian~” his voice got muffled against his devouring lips, and he wasn’t sure if he had spoken or just uttered the altus’s name in his head. It didn’t really matter.

“You’re shivering.” The smug reply indicated that Dorian heard him after all. “Oh, but you’re also so aroused right now. I can feel it,” he added, luring a groan out of the elf’s lips as their pelvises touched.

“So are you.” Revassan teased before a rushed breath escaped him when Dorian pushed him further against one of the walls surrounding the gardens.

“I am always excited for you, Amatus,” he whispered against his ear, his tongue darting over the pointed tips and making him moan hoarsely. Revassan tried to hold back, but he couldn’t betray the want in his voice.

Creators, he wanted this man, and he wanted him now.

“We can’t.” The elf tried to protest still, fighting a battle against his wine and lust-filled brain. He wanted to do nothing more but to be ravaged by the tevinter mage, no matter the place or the time. 

“I can tell you don’t mean what you say.” Dorian chuckled, his lips still too close to his sensitive ears. 

He dragged his tongue all over the tip, causing Revassan’s fingers to curl into his tunic tightly. A strangled moan escaped him as he tilted his head to the side, giving the impossible man more access to his ear and neck.

“I guess I have to make you beg for it then. We both know you will.” 

It was both a threat and a promise. Dorian always managed to bring him to that point, and Revassan was sure the Altus would manage this time, too. No matter if they were in the Empress's gardens or not.

A part of him needed to admit that the thought excited him a bit.

“What if someone sees us?” The elf asked, even though the chance added to the thrill. He knew the corner that Dorian was dark enough that no one would see for real, but just the implication of it would serve the nobles enough topics to gossip about.

“Are you truly caring about that?” Dorian’s voice was husky, but Revassan knew he only needed to say the word, and he’d stop.

“I leave that to you to find out.” Revassan teased him, only to moan as quietly as he could when he felt Dorian’s teeth scrapping against the sensitive skin of his ears.

One hand slowly snaked towards his crotch, brushing against his bulge innocently enough to play it off accidentally. But he knew it wasn’t. He couldn’t help but press against the hand, secretly yearning for more as the mage’s lips and teeth drove him insane in such a short amount of time.

“Dorian…~” he whimpered as the Altus kissed his way to his earlobe, only to continue at his neck. 

His hips couldn’t help but move against the hand cupping his erection, but he was too proud to beg. He wouldn’t give in to Dorian’s demands that quickly, but he also couldn’t help the dizziness rushing through him. It probably was the mixture of the blood flow and the wine. 

“I love it when you moan my name like this, Amatus.” The cocky mage whispered against his heated skin.

His lips left marks where they touched him as his hand slowly vanished within the elf’s trousers. They were so close to the goal as they stretched over the smooth skin above his hard cock, the touch so very teasing as Revassan wanted nothing more but to be touched.

But Dorian wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Not just like that.

“You’re such a… a prick.” Revassan stuttered out, his brain unable to focus on anything but the heat and the throbbing pulse of his cock.

“I am, but admit it, You love me for it.” Dorian chuckled against his neck, leaving another mark behind after sucking the sensitive skin. Revassan felt every tooth dragging over his skin and the soft sensation of the mage’s lips as it pressed right against him.

But Dorian was right. He loved this man more than anyone else.

“Dorian…” a moan broke past the elf’s lips again, his hips grinding wantonly against the hand touching anything but his throbbing cock. “Pl… Please.” he gave in and fought his pride, not caring if anyone would see them.

All that he wanted was Dorian.

“I told you. You would eventually start begging.” The altus chuckled just as his hand traveled lover to wrap around Revassan’s cock. “It’s alright,” he added in a soothing voice as the elf moaned underneath his touch, his fingers curling firmly into his clothes. 

“I take care of you,” Dorian promised softly, his hand never ceasing its pumping motion as it dragged up and down on the pulsing shaft. 

It drove him insane. Both the sensation and the knowledge of being jerked off in the Empresse’s gardens were too much. He didn’t know what to think since all his thoughts became a heated blur, his hips thrusting into his lover’s hands on their own. 

It didn’t matter anymore where they were or what they did. All that mattered was that Revassan was here and the heat rushing through him, wanting more. And what he wanted right now was to find release within his lover’s hands.

“I’m close.” he moaned, his forest green eyes hooded and foggy when he tried to make eye contact.

“Then come for me, Amatus,” Dorian answered, his voice hoarse since he couldn’t hide his own desire. “Come,” he added in a whisper, his lips gently sucking at the tip of Revassan’s pointed ear as his hand kept a firm grip on his cock.

He didn’t budge when the elf found his release within his hand, hips stuttering as he made a small mess.

For a moment, he felt shaky. Only the body of his lover could keep Revassan from falling onto the ground as his heart rate went up. He almost felt like he was bursting, and everything around him was a blur.

But he felt Dorian’s warmth and strength as it held him, the mage’s aftershave so prominent in his nostrils.

Revassan could’ve fallen asleep but forced himself to regain a clear head. No one was around them, just the two of them sharing a heated embrace as the elf slowly came to his senses.

“What about you?” he asked hoarsely as one of his hands softly brushed questionably against Dorian’s bulge. 

“How about we join the party for now, and you repay me after we retire to our quarters?” The altus whispered against his ear, cleaning his hand with a handy spell and giving Revassan a moment to make himself decent again.

“You think anyone can lend us any silk shawls?” 

[wretchedelights2]

31 Days of Dragon Age: Day 01

Oct 01 - Introduce your Hero of Ferelden

[prompt list]

This prompt list is great because I'm nearing the end of a new playthrough of all of the Dragon Age games and I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings I need to get out of my system.

I'm a little sad that I haven't had time to make any art of my new Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor yet to post with these, but hopefully soon?

Meet Revassan Mahariel. Initially a reluctant hero resentful of being forced to leave his clan, he eventually became a strong advocate for peace and co-oporation between Dalish and humans. He even fell in love with a human - the witch, Morrigan.

Those who know him would describe him as quiet and soft-spoken, but also intense and incredibly focused once he's made up his mind on something. They would also note that he never stopped caring for his clan or the Dalish in general, even though he eventually felt that he had been too changed by his experiences during the blight to ever return to live among them.

Something not many know is that Revassan was born a woman, although he never quite felt right about it. Once he left his clan, strangers frequently "mistook" him for a man, and realizing he had no desire to correct them, he started living as one. Eventually he even changed his body with the help of Morrigan's magic.

Among his companions, Revassan developed an especially close bond with Sten, who he looked up to as a mentor.

[zahra-hydris]

15, 16, 18 for your canon three? 👀

ty harper! 💕

from canon DA worldstate asks

so because i've been replaying origins on the xbox (easy baby supervision from there) and i've been playing my amell, genevieve, I think I'm going to go with her for the canon warden (sorry gwen and revassan...) so it's genevieve / allison / daewen

15. preferred weapon of choice?

genevieve is a mage, so you'd expect her to list a particularly cool staff, but she's also an arcane warrior and, accordingly, her preferred weapon is a sword: spellweaver. she keeps a smaller staff (a wand???) on her to switch to for more complex spells (and the blood magic...), but she's gotten comfortable now with the sword in her hands.

allison prefers big ass greatswords (or axes), but she's also comfortable using a sword and shield if it's what's available (this is me justifying her sword/board loadout in inquisition).

daewen is adept with her staff but actually prefers just using her hands to cast spells (and with her magic, she's primarily a fire and electricity mage, eventually learning rift magic). ironically, losing her arm in trespasser meant that this became required (and she started to miss the staff), and she had an arm made that worked as a kind of staff prosthetic.

16. do they get sentimental about their weapons or armour?

genevieve is attached to spellweaver mainly because it's baby's first sword. she's since gotten better weapons, but she's kept spellweaver regardless. she's particularly attached to jewellery that she was gifted or obtained prior to or during the blight, like her ring of study from the circle, her joining amulet, and lifedrinker (her blood mage-restricted amulet). they remind her of how far she's come.

allison thinks sentimentality about weapons and armour is useless. there's also not a lot that she wants to be reminded about, anyway. she has kept the little trinkets that isabela has randomly given her over the years, though. she's got all kinds of little sapphire rings that are "the colour of your pretty eyes", for instance.

daewen lost the staff her keeper had made for her at the temple of sacred ashes, but her clan has another one made after corypheus is defeated and she still has that. she also kept the armour she wore throughout inquisition, mainly to remind herself of her own influence after it starts to wane. she would never let anyone know that, however.

18. do they have any irrational fears?

genevieve hates spiders! absolutely loathes them! why are there so many giant ones around???? with their horrible many legs and way too many eyes. even after she becomes a tanky arcane warrior, she hides behind alistair when spiders appear.

it's perhaps not an irrational fear, but allison became a little bit claustrophobic after being trapped/lost in the deep roads. she can hide it well enough, but being underground freaks her out.

daewen has come to really fear her own irrelevance, which is very strange considering how much she initially sought to get away from the prominent herald role. but ever since meeting ameridan and discovering how his story was forgotten and rewritten, she fears that all of her accomplishments - for elves, for mages, for anyone who's not an andrastian or noble - will be lost and that she herself will be lost to the whitewashing tide of history. after how hard she fought? how much she grew and made others grow? she fears it.

[freewillds]

D.A MUSES OVERVIEW

Dinlaselan Tabris

Warrior, surviving non-HOF Origins pc, married to Yara Mahariel and mother of Aridhel Mahariel. Left with her husband to try and head off the worst of the Order's fears during the False Calling. Presumed dead at the siege of Adamant Fortress. important world state info - killed Vaughan, Surviving Surana HOF, Amaranthine and Vigil's Keep saved, Clan Sabrae killed. games available - Origins, da2 (conditional), Inquisition, Veilguard (conditional)

Aridhel Mahariel

Rook, Grey Warden. They/them. Raised in Amaranthine, joined the Wardens at 15. 20 as of Veilguard. Davrin romance. important world state info - Surviving Surana HOF, Amaranthine and Vigil's Keep saved, Clan Sabrae killed. Veilguard decisions - saved Treviso games available - Inquisition (child, conditional), Veilguard (main)

Jehanne Aldwir

Potential Rook / companion. Former Circle Mage of Halamshiral, conscripted by the Wardens to avoid death during the purge of Halamshiral's alienage. Potential Blood Mage. Antione's sister. 17 during inquisition, 27 as of Veilguard. routes - a) went through her Joining during the events of inquisition, present during the siege of Adamant, stationed in Arlathan post-game OR avoided Joining due to the False Calling, granted passage to Arlathan forest, solely Veil Jumper. important info - married Dalish hunter in Arlathan, involved with the Veil Jumpers regardless of Warden status, has son named after Antoine. games available - Inquisition (Teen), Veilguard (main)

Belavahnis

companion oc. Mage. They/She. Spirit of Curiousity given elven form during the events of Inquisition due to getting too close to the Breach in it's formation/destruction. important world state info - Inquisitior Lavellan, Solas romance. Pro Veil destruction. games available - Inquisition, Veilguard

Revassan Lavellan

'companion' oc. Mage. Harel'Ashalan. Born between events of Inquisition and Trespasser. 20 as of events of Veilguard. important world state info - Inquisitior Lavellan, Solas romance. Pro Veil destruction. games available - Veilguard

[arookinthelighthouse]

Okay so!!

Tulin - his laugh is a loud one. When he laughs, you know it's him even when you're in a completely different room. He used to be embarrassed about it as a teen and in his early 20s, but now at age 35 he doesn't give a crap. He laughs with his whole chest, and it's joyful to hear.

Now, Revassan on the other hand...

Revassan - their laugh is more quiet. Being taken in at age 13 by Viago and being taught from the getgo that you must be as quiet as possible and unseen meant that their laugh also became much quieter than it used to be. Sometimes, in a moment where they are truly 100% relaxed (a rare occurence), you can get a glimpse of what their laugh used to be when they were with their clan. Now, it's just a soft chuckle or giggle behind a hand.

Tumblr users, friends, dwellers of the dash, please rb and tell me all about how your Rook laughs. Is it quiet and controlled? A full body howl? An Infectious burst of joy? I need to know.

[old-archivist]

find a word: glow/glowing/glowed

I have two docs where Glow, Glowing, and Glowed shows up. One WIP has all three so I’mma share all of them.

Glow

WIP 1

Throwing open the doors, she crosses the room with quick strides. Strides that come to a halt halfway across the study. Dark splotches stain the rugs at the foot of the next set of doors. Doors that were ajar, the emerald glow of the Amber Room’s veilfire flickers through the slim opening.

Ashara’s nose wrinkles at the mixed odor of wet furs, rusting metals, and brackish mud clinging to the faint odor of sweat stained leather. A malodorous odor carried by the lazy summer breeze as it smothers the soft scent of ink and parchment. Ashara glances towards the balcony, the large windowed doors stretched open.

WIP 2

Their attention locked on the Avvaran Shaman who sat at the head of the fire. Tall flames licked the air, the smoky haze altering his painted features. His eyes shone like glass with a heated glow, blown wide as his gaze flickered across his audience.

“This hold has a warning we used to tell to all our new hunters and tradesmen we welcomed. A warning from when we had neighbors so fierce not even three tribes united in battle could contend with their might.”

The Shaman locked eyes with her in that moment. Holding her gaze as his voice dropped into a chilling rumble, voice echoing as if it were three.

Glowing & Glowed

WIP 2

The words left a chill in her.

“There are spirits who still speak of them; the fierce warriors who were once our neighbors. A clan of crimson crested elves, with eyes that glowed of moonlight with honeyed tongues.”

Isala is aware of the eyes turning to her, looking her over with speculation as she settles between Bull and Varric with her meal. She was unsurprised that the shaman knew of her clan, that Stonebear hold held history with her clan. Her clan had once called the mountains home.

It had however, caught her off guard, to find others still alive who knew of her birthclan. Being thrown off balance was not something she was used to anymore, not with the constant battle, Red Templars, Venatori, and demons cropping up at random when she turned a corner. She had come to expect even the most absurd things. Just not this.

“Their might cowed many Avvar, their hold on these mountains as tight and strong as a glacier in the deepest of winters.”The air shimmers as the shaman waves his hand above the fire, embers hang suspended in the air before swirling and changing into an icey blue. Forming an eerie illustration from the glowing specs. “When they first arrived they were of no consequence to our hold. A small group of hot blooded young warriors. We saw them as the young fools they were, ones who were exiled from their clan in the lowlands. We did not expect them to last even half a winter here.”

The glowing picture swirls, changing into a tall peaks then an unsettling forest with a haze hugging the trees.

“They settled in the higher peaks, peaks that the spirits had warned us from. We assumed their death would come in days, that they’re corpses would be consumed by the twisted forest. We did not know the woman who led them was a warrior to be feared. The master of blade both spirit and metal.”

[aymayzing]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @johaeryslavellan and @blarrghe thank you very much!! 💕 I am in a bit of a slump with writing but here's a little thing from the beginning of a fic I really want to finish one day.

Dorian knew, just knew he should not have let Lys go to the Hissing Wastes without him. No, he shouldn’t have let him go there at all. Who even names a place a Hissing Waste? Could it sound any more ominous? What’s hissing there? Wild animals? Beasts? And the team Lavellan chose for this endeavor - The Iron Bull, Solas and Cole? It had to end in a catastrophe.

Leliana and Josephine’s entrance pulled Dorian out of his thoughts. The two women crossed the room to take their usual places. Leliana linked her hands behind her back and once everyone was quiet and looking at her, she spoke up.

“I apologize for the sudden meeting but three very important guests just arrived in Skyhold and I felt I needed to hold a proper meeting to announce it.”

Dorian released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, as other members of the Inner Circle mumbled words of disappointment and relief. Guests? Leliana called a meeting about guests? Josephine did that sometimes, to inform them when someone she deemed important arrived and lectured them on what not to say and, let’s just say, those meetings weren’t exactly held in high regard.

“We here to hear about some nobs?” Sera blew a raspberry but Leliana held up a hand.

“I said important guests, not noble guests.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Indeed. Those guests aren’t nobles but to us they are far more important.” Leliana paused almost theatrically, looking around the room with a hint of a smile. “Those guests are Nehnis, Revassan and Yevhenna of clan Lavellan. Inquisitor’s, respectively, father, aunt and good friend.”

I'll tag @mywitchcultblr @oxygenforthewicked @big-cheesy-productions no pressure ofc! 💕

[forystr]

can you tell us a bit about revassan and valyri? are they from another clan? you and your partner's OCs all look so cool!!!

hello so im very excited to answer this!! yeah! the tillahnen clan was basically just a random name found online (they might have a passing mention in one of the games?) but me and my partner have been fleshing it out in our little dragon age world! we’ve determined theyre dalish elves from antiva, who have quite a bit of contact with humans, but we’re still fleshing out the clan side of it. it started with valyri tillahnen, (she/her) who is @solsticeillustration ‘s oc! she’s a translator and ambassador at skyhold, and works really closely with josephine as an advisor.

(This is Sol’s art! You can see their professional work is here!)

a more recent oc of mine is revassan tillahnen! (he/they) he’s the clan’s second but focuses primarily on theoretical sides of magic, and arrives at the begining of inquisition as a historian npc who hangs out in the library :^)

[exhausted-archivist]

WIP Game

I was (informally) tagged by @haunteddollco to do the WIP game! My file naming convention is either... an actual convention or "what it says on the tin boss".

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

File names since they get cut off:

Dragon Age Meta: Known Crops

Eyes Shut, Hearts Open

Fuck Nugs: Bruised Hips, Stained Lips

Clan Revassan Meta

Inquisition Notes

Dungeons and Monster Hunters Lore

Coil (Chapter 1: Banafelasal Vhenas)

Recruiting Iron Bull: First Impressions

Thedas Cookery Narration

Thedas Cookery: Climate, Culture, Food, Geography, and Trade Notes Meta

So I am realizing who I know that actually writes is a little murky, but @justabrowncoatedwench I know :D

If anyone else wants to do this tag me, so I can see!

[arookinthelighthouse]

So uh... I used the character creator to make the Crow Rook that I envision romancing Viper and Tarquin (mentioned in this post here)

Their name is Revassan de Riva, they're non-binary, and I envision them to be in their early 30s. I haven't completely ironed out their backstory prior to joining the Crows yet, but the vague idea I have so far is that Viago found them on the streets of Antiva sometime after they escaped from their clan being attacked and killed by Darkspawn when they wandered too close to the Deep Roads on their journeys. I'm gonna say that this was about 13 years ago in game.

Revassan usually appears calm under pressure, but the more they push down their anger and other negative emotions the more it builds up until they explode. There have been a few occasions over the years where they've ended up in heated arguments with Viago and both of them have said unkind things to one another. Usually, they manage to work through it after time apart to cool off. However, when Viago loses his shit with them when they choose to help Minrathous with their Blighted dragon instead of Treviso the argument is so horrible that neither of them are sure they'll manage to get through it this time...

And yes, I do plan on writing a fic about this as well as Revassan's relationship with Tarquin and Viper. Will I ever post the fic? Who knows! Just know that I have thoughts and little scenes playing in my head like a movie.

Anyway, a couple of pictures of Revassan below!

[spicywarl0ck]

Happy Friday! “Have you lost your mind?” “Not recently.” for whichever characters you're feeling tonight!

Happy Friday, and thank you so much for the prompt x3 I chose Dorian/mLavellan for this, but I might redo this one day for mHawke/Fenris. I had a lot of fun writing this x3 @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Dorian/mLavellan Rating: G Length: 466 “You want to meet my father? Have you lost your mind?” Dorian’s voice echoed against the Rotunda Walls, the book in his hands almost dropping to the ground.

“Not recently. No.” Revassan knew the question was rhetorical, but he couldn’t help but answer with a smirk on his lips. But he dropped the smirk just as quickly when he became of Dorian’s expression.

He knew the Tevinter mage could be dramatic, but he never looked at him as he did now.

“What’s wrong with meeting your father?” The elf asked quietly instead, not daring to approach the man he’d grown close to in the past months. Unlike him, Dorian hadn’t talked about his family too much.

“The question you should rather ask is, what isn’t wrong with meeting him.” Dorian huffed, but even he couldn’t keep the dramatics up. 

“My father and I rarely saw eye to eye in the past,” he added after a moment, a tired sigh following. Something in his eyes had shifted, making the mage appear softer than usual.

Dorian looked vulnerable.

“Neither did my father and I.” Revassan’s voice was soft when he spoke, his forest green eyes gentle as they gazed at Dorian lovingly. “I know talking to a parent can be harsh, and I can only guess that there were many things between you in the past, but…”

“You can’t even imagine.” The mage scoffed at him. 

“No, you’re right. Maybe I can’t. Not without you telling me.” He dared to step forward. “Look, I don’t want to press you, and I would never push you into anything you wouldn’t want but,” Revassan took a breath. “I didn’t leave things as well with my father as I should have, and I might never see him again. I received no messages from my Clan, but you got a letter from yours.”

“A letter from a messenger.” Dorian duly noted.

“Yes, maybe, but that’s still more than I have.” The elf watched Dorian's face soften as he stretched his hand out gently to brush over the silky robes. “It’s not a decision I can make for you,” he added softly. “I’m just saying that maybe you should hear him out before you regret it. I know you’re a decent man, Dorian, and you might be full of hurt and anger, but you also care a lot.”

“By the maker. I hate it when you are right.” The mage sighed, gently taking the elf’s slender hand in his.

“I love you too.” Revassan chuckled, gladly accepting the lips that started to brush against his to pull him into a sweet kiss. He felt the soft breath against his lips, the warmth of Dorian’s body pressing into him.

And for a moment, he wanted nothing more but to let this moment last forever. 

[artha-as-ellara]

Title: Dewberry leaf and a curse

(re-counting of my works, just a description to see what others’d like. This one’s my favourite, because the characters are interesting)

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Pairing: OFC/Solas

Description: Narela is a sharp-tongued elven girl, one of the maids in Haven, a dust under others’ shoes. Nonetheless, she draws the attention of Varric, who’s saved her shortly after the explosion of the Conclave. And just somehow, she becomes friends with the Herald’s group, getting especially close with an apostate, whose stories are fascinating enough to satisfy the hunger of her curiosity.

Only that Narela is not her name, and being a maid is not her first profession choice.

Tags: wow, slow burn, how unexpected of me. Also, quirky main character who thinks that you can talk nightmare out of being a nightmare. Spoiler: she doesn’t succeed. Pagan main character! Modern Girl in Thedas, albeit she doesn’t remember shit. Overprotective Dalish grandparent with tyrannical character traits. Magic is too flaaaashy, she said. Unreliable narrator and even less reliable OC. SeXuAL TeNsiOn bE liKe BzzzZzzZ.

Actual summary(spoilers!!!!):

A pagan witch from our world died and got reborn as a spirit of Empathy in the Fade, after that she’d found a body and got actually reborn, now physically.

Davhalla was born in clan Hellathen, but because the clan already had too many mages, she was to be given to another clan. Her grandmother, knowing that another clan practiced blood magic, decided to leave the Dalish all-together, not trusting them with the only family she’d left.

Davhalla is a petite little thing, somewhat childish looking, which she abuses to its fullest potential, loving to be underestimated. She’s cunning and sharp-tongued, well-versed in languages and hardworking. She’s an average mage, in the sense of Dragon Age magic, as she thinks it too flashy and too violent for her taste. She’s a great healer and archer though, and even better in her old kind of magic - magick: divination, invoking, long rituals and heavy spells. She’d started freeing people — any people, not only elves — under the pseudonym of Revassan in Orlais and near Tevinter. That created a following — later called Revassan’in, the house of the freed arrow. Davhalla is not the leader of the whole thing, but she is nonetheless the ‘urban legend’.

For various reasons Davhalla has almost all her powers sucked out of her during the start of the fic, which is why she’s at the Conclave. She’s also more weirded out about her attraction towards Solas because of the age difference and her obliviousness.

The reason I actually like this is because Davhalla isn’t actually that powerful — she’s a bad mage, her spells backfire on her, she’s awkward with the staff and gets snarky in Fade. But she is weird, annoying, absolutely hilarious and a nerve-wreck to anyone in her path. I wish Solas good luck with her. She’s a hurricane of an elf and this is gonna be such a nice ride for all of us.

[sk3ll3tor]

“The small reed that bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak that breaks in a storm.”

Name: Revassan Lavellan

Nicknames/Alias: Revas, Vas

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Date/Place of Birth:  9:18, Dragon, The Free Marches

Face Claim: Troye Sivan

Occupation: Alchemist, healer

Bio: Revassan was born prematurely in the wilderness somewhere outside of the Free Marches to a clan of traveling Dalish elves at the end of a long and bitter winter. Against all odds, the boy survived as though he had a little fire burning within. At a rather young age, he showed signs of magical ability, he was placed in a new clan during an Arlathven, as per custom with mage born children. Clan Lavellan’s keeper took Revassan under his wing and taught him what knowledge she possessed of their heritage, how to read, and write as well.  Unlike his clan brethren, he wasn’t taught to hunt, and instead spent his time learning to control and hone his blossoming powers, apprenticing to become First to the Keeper of his clan. Affectionately called Revas by his clan, he grew into a spirit healer, able to use magic for mending wounds after hunters returned injured from the forests. He also learned to sharpen his senses to find shifts in the veil and enter the fade at will, far away from the eyes of the Chantry Templars and Circle of Magic who would have his kind locked in a tower.

Revas had always been a quiet boy, observing nature and tending to the halla when the opportunities were granted. Often, he was compared to Ghilan'nain-- the goddess of Halla herself-- by his best friend, Abelan, and bore the goddess’s vallaslin upon his forehead and chin. Revas’s hair was silvery gold, and his big, icy blue eyes (that take on an amber glow when using magic) always searched for more than what met them in the physical realm. Fascinated by dragons from ancient tales and clan sightings, he often daydreamed that he could fly high above Thedas on the back of such a magnificent creature. Idle fancies were often interrupted when hunters needed healing or protective wards needed to be erected around their camp, but at night, when he lay on his back with nothing blocking him from view of the stars, his mind would often wander back to the skies where he imagined dragons could soar.

When tension among Thedas’s mages and templars broke out, Clan Lavellan stayed well away for as long as they could, until a truce was called for in Haven, Ferelden. The clan sent their First, as well as Abelan who was one of the clan’s swiftest hunters, to be their eyes at the conclave, but they didn’t get very far before a terrible explosion took place. Revas couldn’t bring Abelas back from the brink of death, and mourned him, but couldn’t linger long as demons poured forth from the rifts that suddenly appeared everywhere in the world. He made haste to return to his clan, only to find it had been annihilated by armed bandits as they traveled through the wilderness near the city of Wycome. With little choice, Abelan travels as a lone tumbleweed, alone but for a white mare. In the recent year, he found safe passage to Kirkwall where he found a cheap home among the displaced elves in the alienage. Revas keeps his magic hidden, tolerating the insults hurled at him on a daily basis by the shemlen (human) populace, working at a fruit and vegetable stand by day, but works to provide healing and create alchemical tonics and poultices for those in need until he can figure out what to do.

Personality: Revas is sharp and observant, curious and calm, but very calculating and thinks like a survivor, always planning five steps ahead. He has a soothing personality, tempered by wisdom and compassion at a young age, but he is also sharp-tongued and shrewd.

[angstofdestiny]

"This is quite a predicament," Revassan said, looking at his petulant apprentice. Tavaris' broken leg was bandaged and spelled properly - though it would take another two weeks before he'd walk again. Given his allergy Marethari was very careful with the healing spells around the boy. "I don't remember giving you the leave to go for your hunt, Tavaris. That was irresponsible."

"But I have brought the skin!" Tavaris protested. The boy was small for his age, barely over Revassan's elbow. Yet he went into the forest alone and brought a boar shot with his own hand. Boars were a dangerous game - with their nasty tusks, strong bodies and general nastiness it wasn't unheard of that a hunter suddenly found himself to be the hunted one instead. Catching one without any backup was considered an achievement even by seasoned hunters. Kids didn't hunt boars.

"Yet you could've been killed. It was a reckless thing that you did and a hunter should not be reckless."

The boy opened his mouth to say something then closed it again as if realizing that he has no good answer.

"Why did you do that, da'assan? You've been an apprentice for only a year. Most young men wait three, four sometimes more. Patience is a hunter's virtue."

Tavaris was quiet a bit, bitting his lower lip. Revassan felt sorry for the kid, feeling the urge to hug him, but that was not a right time for that. Whatever were his reasons, by sneaking out alone and bringing the traditional hide Tavaris asked to be treated as an adult. Coddling him now would be just unfair.

"I want my vallaslin, Master Revassan," he said finally. "Nehna said that my father got his before his fourteenth birthday. I wanted to do at least one thing right."

Revassan sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Da'assan... Just because your father was an extraordinary man, it doesn't mean that you have to top his achievements. Nobody expects anything like that of you."

The boy scowled.

"I know. Nobody expects anything of me. Because I'm like my mother, and nobody has ever told me why is this a bad thing."

"It is not a bad thing, da'len. Your mother was a good hunter and a smart woman. And the fact that you don't have magic doesn't mean that you're worse than your father. But what's more, you don't have to be like either of them. You're Tavaris Mahariel, not Lahlan, not Fravuna. Your life is your own story."

"That's not what everyone is saying," Tavaris said petulantly. "Everyone wanted me to be just like my father and when it turned out that I don't have magic, then suddenly I was good for nothing."

Revassan was not sure what to say, so he just listened. Tavaris was a bright boy, even if a bit surly and he grew to love him as his own - even before he'd agreed to take him on as an apprentice. Apparently, though, he wasn't listening carefully enough to what clan thought about his boy, or what his mother said. Only now he remembered Ashalle saying that she was worried about the kid because of the nasty rumours circulating the clan. He didn't listen then, and now he saw results.

"You say that my life is my own story, so here," the boy gestured to the hide. "In my story I'm the youngest hunter in the clan, because I can be one. You say I'm not my father of my mother - so here! I'm neither of them but I have nothing to be ashamed for!"

The older hunter sighed deeply.

"I'm proud of you, da'assan, but I feel that I failed you as a teacher. I should have seen that before and helped you through it. I would still very much like to do it, if you allow me."

"Thank you, but I want to be a hunter. I broke my leg to be a hunter. I'm ready for that."

Revassan wasn't so sure, but again, he had to treat his student like an adult, that much was clear.

"Very well, da'assan, in this case I can't tell you no. Please, tell me just one thing."

"Yes?"

"It's not about a girl, is it?"

Tavaris looked at him as if he was a hornless halla.

"A girl?" He frowned, confused. "Why would it be about a girl?"

At least that wasn't a problem. Hunter or not, Tavaris was way too young to chase skirts. Revassan still thought it was too early, but there was nothing to be done. Tavaris did what was expected of him. Now getting vallaslin was his right.

"Very well, da'assan. I will let the Keeper know that you're ready for the ceremony."

He stood up, starting to leave then stopped midstep.

"I know you won't be my apprentice anymore, da'assan, but if you ever wanted to talk about anything, my aravella is yours."