#ghilandruil

[zaahvi]

my final two evanuris designs, andruil and ghilan'nain! evil girlfriends <3 next up i'll be doing a few alternate outfits for some of the evanuris, and then the forgotten ones.

my other designs: [dirthamen & falon'din] • [june & sylaise]

design notes:

andruil was the trickiest to get a clear idea of so far - for most of the evanuris i already had a general idea of them in my head (mostly hair colour lol) except for andruil, so i just experimented a bit until i had an idea i vibed with. i almost gave her fully white hair but decided on this brown + white streak instead, which i think looks better and more unique!

a hunter's outfit felt most appropriate for andruil, in fact i honestly can't imagine her wearing anything else (she feels like the type to wear armour even to a formal event lmao) and it ofc had to be very detailed and ornate to show that she's not just a hunter, she's THE hunter >:) all the patterns are based on her vallaslin, with the exception of the cloak which is inspired by elgar'nan's sleeve things, the idea being that the shape of her original spirit form is embroidered on. her helmet is a mixture of the ancient elven helmets + whatever anaris has going on, i really like his twisted horns and wanted to do the same with andruil as her symbol also resembles horns :) also i imagine she has a little hole on the top of the helmet to let her ponytail through, because slay & also i love long hair and showing it off in my designs lol.

for ghil i decided to adapt her in-game design into her original elven form, because i really like her design in the game & wanted to stay faithful to it and it also makes sense that she would keep her armour after the transformation! (the breastplate doesn't quite fit her chest and shows her ribs on the sides, which i figured is because her ribcage expanded after her transformation, and the cloth bits are very weathered, indicating they're old.) i restored the cloth into nice flowy pieces of fabric, which i think nicely contrast with the pointy carapace-like armour. it makes her look intimidating but also very elegant! lastly i ofc gave her andruil's spear, as seen in the old da4 concept art (giant sea monster ghilly you will always be famous)

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mothers of halla

[scribeofmorpheus]

I know the writers dismissed this theory (and many fans were luke-warm in their reception of it), but I so desperately want them to make Sera a fragment of Andruil's soul that went mad from the Armour of the Void. Imagine if Sera's "I picked up a bow and just knew how to use it; either the shot struck true or it didn't" mentality towards being a skilled archer had something deeper there... something inert and ancient in her instincts. And Solas' "you are not whole" meant more too, like he was referring to a shafted soul, something perpetually unbalanced. And then imagine if, through her, like Flemeth was for Mythal, and Morrigan thereafter too, Sera could be our entryway to the greatest sapphic ancient elven story of all time. Blighted god of the hunt and her mad scientist girlfriend? Ghilan'nain somehow earning Elgar'nan's respect while trying to sate Andruil's hunger by making beasts she can hunt? The both of them trapping Fen'Harel for years? Somehow involving Anaris in this? crazy levels of drama in this! but i think Sera is firmly retired from da.

[miladydewintcr]

First Line Challenge

I was tagged by @teine-mallaichte !! Thank you <3 You're getting the first line of my entry for the femslash big bang that isn't just a straight-up Veilguard spoiler !!

All she intended to do was to keep to herself, and create.

Tagging (feel free to ignore!! I'm not sure who's already been tagged recently): @adainesjacket @heylavellan @spicywarl0ck

[requiemforthestars]

Wow! Solas STAYS a homophobe! God forbid a lesbian does anything istg. He cannot handle complex female characters...

[wenamedthedogkylo]

Something something the symbolism of Ghilan'nain physically looking similar to Andruil's vallaslin, further emphasizing their connection and convincing me of the DA ttrpg's claim that the two were lovers. Happy pride to Ghilandruil, hope we get to see Ghil trying to free her gf.

[broodwoof]

I need to write more ghilandruil too......

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YES YES YES GHILANDRUIL CRUMBS

I obviously love Ghilan'nain too much for just how evil the games portray her as.... But also like....

Was she innocent once? Was her craftminship and creation once a thing of love and beauty? Did her hands once mold things for the heart?

Imagine a young, more innocent her, seeing and falling immediately in love with Andruil. A newly born elf, already far from the line of Evanuris, but still she admires from afar. In vain hope, she starts making things for the great huntress. At first it's simple things, like Halla and boars, bears and giant nugs, for the great and beautiful Andruil to chase and hunt to her hearts desire. And then, seeing the joy it brings her misbegotten love, she just keeps making, just keeps going, every creature more and more monstrous, all just for the attention of the one she loves and admires. Until one day Andruil comes to her herself, asking for the very creatures she has made. And the very thing she had hoped for from the very beginning happens, they fall in love.

Andruil hunts take them further and she gets ever stronger, always helped by the mother of monsters. Until she goes too far. More and more nights Andruil returns, reeking of rot, reeking of blight. She tells Ghilan'nain tales of great beasts, her own creations which were twisted and corrupted by the red. She brings more and more of it home, bringing it to her love so she can make even more glorious beasts.

Ghilan'nain loves her, how can she say no? Bigger, stronger, quicker, more. There is no end to her loves desires, not until the blight itself turns into putty in her hands.... But then.... It's too late isn't it..... Her love has changed.... Corrupted by the very things she made her....

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they are so tragic alexa play triassic love song by paris paloma

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i see them everywhere your honor

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andruil art dump

*screams into the void*

i love my freak and their corny indecisively side-switching ear piercing so much

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With broken ribs

And one last kiss

I would die here warm

What a lovely hiding place

That you have made

To delay our parting

What a world outside

To keep each other safe from

That's all that I want, darling

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i promise one day i'll draw something else but currently i have this toxic yearning demon and a fucking depression. i need my serotonin so doomed yuri it is

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sad bitch storyboarding hours

over hotd screencaps again bc i find rhae's features mesmerizing

You told me once I have a rebel heart

I don't know if that's true

But I believe you saw something in me

That lives inside you too

Now all I hear is the wind

There's a storm coming through

Did I misplace or forsake my love

Now that I gave it to you?

- Rebel Heart (First Aid Kit)

consider this:

- what if your girlfriend got blighted and you reached out to this one idealistic guy your abusive father hates and that has history with your master who is also sort of your step mother

- just to seek for help he knew from the get-go he couldn't give (even tho your gf once asked you to never get involved with him but matters are now pressing)

- you as a inside contact and daughter of the big asshole was like super big win for his rebellion thing so he let you believe he could help at first

- what if your naive, wronged heart went full in as he promised you revenge on your slowly dying gf as consolation for not being able to help

what if you bearing his ex situationship's vallaslins made the guy kinda regret gaslighting you as he realised he might have feelings for you

- what if it all ended with a fucking disaster and your whole family dies or gets imprisoned bc the guy never told you his whole plan

what then?

[zaahvi]

rewatching those last 30 seconds of the gameplay for the millionth time and i've noticed something about ghil that i haven't seen pointed out yet:

check out that mass of (flesh? tentacles? idk) at the bottom - in the first pic you can clearly see a hand there! and in the second- a bit harder to see because of the lighting- the entire arm and shoulder, and what looks like the rest of a torso? guys???? who the fuck is that, does she just have another body, or did she merge with someone, who? why? was it before or after the evanuris got locked away? is it another one of them? someone else? i think i need to lie down

[miladydewintcr]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @lottiesnotebook (thank you!!) I've mostly been working on my Ghilandruil piece for the Femslash Big-Bang <3 (dw I'm allowed to talk about it btw!! I know some big bangs need to be kept Top Secret-- I can talk about this one, it's all good!)

Tagging @wildxtreasures @asexualtabris @midmorninggrey @transmasc-tabris @bucketsofmonsters (no pressure ofc!!! But if you're working on something, I'd love to hear about it <3)

“Well, I will just take this off,” Ghilan’nain said, as though it should be obvious, pinching a corner of her tunic with her thumb and forefinger. “I will be much more hydrodynamic without it.”

There was something heated, heavy, in Andruil’s gaze as she analysed her form, one hand brought up to her lips in thought. Ghilan’nain threw her shoulders back, stood tall, and waited for those sharp, brown eyes to meet her own once more.

She had thought to smirk, when they did. To show her just how unrattled she truly was. But something about the intensity stole her breath from her throat instead, and she found that all she could do was just stare back at her.

Andruil, for her part, seemed just as affected. It was she who broke the moment, coughing pointedly into her hand, looking away. “Your hair,” she said.

Ghilan’nain’s fingers flew to her long, white tresses. “What about it?”

“It is not very hydrodynamic like that, either, is it?”

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as the shrike to your sharp

and glorious thorn

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dragon age drabble | DATV SPOILERS!!!

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Edited the first draft for a part of the Veilguard epilogue scene in my Andruil AU.

Characters: Inquisitor Lavellan (Andruil), Morrigan/Mythal, Dorian Pavus, Solas

Pairings: Inquisitor x Solas (Solavellan/Fendruil), vaguely implied Ghilandruil and mention of Solas and Mythal

Tags: Angst, comfort idk I don't publish fics.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I have adhd so it might be that it makes no sense. I am sorry

This is just a silly drabble, but I am practising publishing my texts since its so unnecessarily hard for me + I hope this gives me courage to write the whole thing.

I am not gonna provide too much context here to appear dark and mysterious, but it's about Andruil's memories being restored by Morrigan so that Mythal and Andruil can confront Solas together.

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The blinding light died from Inquisitor Lavellan's eyes, and for a few seconds there was only haze, like she was frozen in a million memories at once. Finally she winced, blinking and trembling with the excess of emotions. Confusion. Fury. Love. Despair. It was familiar to Morrigan. She knew the pain of reliving it all at once, even if it hadn't been as personal to her, or as raw. They clutched the small carving in white-knuckled hands, chest heaving in terror.

“Morrigan”, they whispered. “It hurts. Is it supposed to hurt?”

“Yes”, she replied softly. “I am so sorry.”

The Inquisitor felt her tongue growing thick and dry as she bent over in silent agony and drew panicked breaths. The feeling of sinking into the depths of morals, the guilt from every evil thought and act, the fierce, defiant love; bitter betrayal. It crushed her.

Remorse filled her lungs to the point where air didn't fit in. It twisted her stomach; she gagged, but nothing came out – only acid burned in her throat. After a few ragged gasps cried into the ground, her fingertips burying into the blighted gravel, she finally sobbed, her words an uncoherent litany:

“You were right. About them... about Ghilan'nain -- and everything -- I did it; as much as he. It's my fault. All of them… even Mythal. I didn't know. I didn't know Solas would do it. Not like that.”

Morrigan’s eyes mirrored her agony. For a moment, she hesitated before pulling the elf into a hug, pressing a hasty kiss over her temple. She melted into it, yearning for the anchoring comfort of her friend. But there was no safety, no escape for the living sin. It tormented her.

“Why? Why was I so terribly blind? Why didn't he tell me?”

“He thought he did the right thing. And so did you... so did Mythal.”

Indeed, Morrigan’s smoky scent felt more familiar than before, it lived in her memories, next to the consuming regret. Feathers. Scales. Ice.

“For all the good it did. I brought this upon the world. We did. I let him. And then he dragged me along while we pretended to be its saviours. The Inquisition… Varric… the mark-- It was all because of what we did. Over and over again. So many unnecessary deaths."

“The world may be broken, many of us are gone, but we are still here. ‘Tis all we have. You cannot rewrite those things, no matter how much you may want to..”

“What do I do now?” they asked, voice shattering. “How can I deserve to decide the fate of the world again? I have wrought doom upon us since the beginning. I let him burn down our empire."

"He loves you. This might just be the moment it changes everything."

“Does he? Our love for him was never enough, why would it be now? And if I could change his heart, what right do I have that is above his?”

Morrigan sighed, pulling away from the hug and cupping Lavellan’s teary cheeks. She smiled upon her friend, her beautiful, broken friend, who had to pull off the impossible yet again. Mythal’s lost daughter who never was.

“We have to try. We owe it to the people that are here now. The lives we can save. Remember, what you feel now, ‘tis who you were when you lost everything. That's Andruil. Beautiful, fierce huntress who shouldered a weight she never should have had to bear.”

Morrigan helped the elf up to their feet gently, with gentleness that mocked the horrific apocalypse all around them. Then, a set of faint footsteps echoed from the shadows, and a soft voice added:

“Now take those ten years of ours and add them to it. Inquisitor Lavellan, who did the very same. Because that's who you are, too. Your soul is still the same. And your heart is still the same, whatever name you bear.”

The mage stood in front of his friend, now in turn pressing soothing palms upon her cheekbones. Suddenly the Inquisitor looked even smaller, more weary. Her eyes met Dorian’s, and the mage flinched at their intensity. In a matter of moments, the familiar weight of immeasurable regret tinted her expression. The same desperation that fuelled Solas’ neverending crusade now darkened Andruil’s gaze, undirected, consuming.

It was a perilous force, but he was not afraid. Later he’d come to realise that he got to grasp a glimpse of that passion to forgive and heal someone that others deemed too far gone; a fragment of the devotion Lavellan harboured for the Dread Wolf.

“Dorian-” she whispered, tears flooding her eyes as soon as he pulled her into a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Finding out what you are up to. I knew you were even more than you led on but, another elven god? I would never have believed that not every single one was an insufferable know-it-all or a tyrant.”

“I am worse”, she sniffled, sobbing into his shoulder like a little child. “You should not have come here. I don't want you to remember me like a monster.”

“Whatever are you going on about?”

As his hand gently cradled the back of her head, her shivering shoulders dropped.

“I… I have done horrible things, Dorian. Maybe I am not a tyrant, but I have so much blood on my hands.”

“I am sorry, love, but I don't give a single damn about that. Do you think I am pure like a dove? Tevinter Magisters who have lived for mere decades? Or even that puppy-eyed Grey Warden? No one who lives is not without sin; I can never even begin to fathom the burdens you bear, but whatever it is, it won't change a thing between us."

Lavellan could not reply, for the sobs stole the words from her mouth. The Magister held her for a long while, trying his best to remain calm and composed, but as Morrigan gestured to him and he lifted a defiant hand to stop her from interrupting, his voice dipped. He gently took her hands to his, prying them off his robes, and looked at her with softness only bestowed upon the heartbroken.

“Now, dear. I understand that you are being asked the impossible, again. With all my heart I wish it was not the case. I may not know about your pain, but what I do know is what a man in love looks like. And I finally have an explanation as to why Solas looked like someone who had been yearning for you for centuries."

Lavellan let out a pained laugh. "You're a hopeless romantic, did you know that?"

"Don't try to deny it. That bastard would throw a backflip into the Waking Sea if you asked him to. Perhaps you should do that? For me?" he tried so hard to smile bravely, but as he wiped a tear off her face, his own started falling.

"At any rate, please make him end this nonsense. Then perhaps he can finally start to try to be deserving of all of this world-saving love. If he doesn't, he'll hear from me. Nothing will save him then."

“Dorian…”

“I know. I'll miss you too."