#halani lavellan

[deaadcrush]

[spiders-scribbles]

"Who would you be? If you hadn't become this?"

When your Dragon Age OC has two versions of her existing at the same time~

Halani De Riva/Montiliyet Lore underneath if ya curious

Halani is the daughter of Solas and my Lavellan and she is 10 years old during the events of Veilguard (so technically, I've aged one of her up, but it looks cuter ok)

Her Crow variant is a version of her from a future where Rook never escapes the Regret Prison and as such, Elgar's nan is never defeated, and slowly the world starts to die. Around a year after this Solas himself is blighted and this causes Dorian and what mages are left to take drastic measures and prep to send a small team back in time to try and stop Solas before he can do anything, however things go wrong and the only real survivor of it is a young 11 year old Halani who wasnt even meant to be there but is now 15 years in the past and is the only one with the knowledge to stop the world from ending. Working with her limited knowledge and a horrific fear of failure, she runs to Antiva and essentially pushes her way into the Crows and waits..

The non Crow version of Halani is the version of her who doesn't have to watch the world be slowly poisoned. Yes, things get bad, but the gods are stopped and the world will keep going.

After her mother leaves with Solas to his prison, she is taken to her Aunt Arla and Josphines to stay. Both women essentially adopt her and raise her as a Montiliyet whilst at night she sometimes receives dreams from her parents who teach her what they can whilst promising that one day she can come be with them if she truly wants but for now Halani is content being her Aunt Josephines shadow, playing the game and charming all nobles who meet her.

[acrowsregards]

Fen'Harel ma ghilana. The Dread Wolf guides you. Fen'Harel ma halam. The Dread Wolf ends you. 

Those were the words Deshanna had spoken in grave disappointment upon learning of Halani’s ‘dalliance’ with the notorious Dread Wolf. Though Halani herself wouldn’t have called it that, the more time that passed, the more foolish she felt for never having realized just whom she’d fallen for. In hindsight, so many signs were present, yet she’d been blinded by her heart, by her weakness for his wise council, his compliments, his eyes…

There’d been so many things she’d wanted to say to him, numerous questions to ask, but in that moment, in this dream, or a dream of a dream, all she could do was stand there before him, her legs threatening to give way beneath her as she furled and unfurled her fists at her side and fought off the urge to weep. 

“Then why will you not come to me in person? I’ve spent so long trying to find you, but still you keep me at arm’s length.” 

You’re a coward, she wanted to shout, only finding she didn’t have the strength. Not anymore. 

“Garas quenathra?” 

Why are you here?

@acrowsregards / halani & solas + spotify wrapped meme 🎁 : things to do by alex g

❝ i was asleep for days and now you're the only thing keeping me awake. ❞

[1800i-dont-write-fanfiction]

(4) bath time

I heard the short, sharp click of his footsteps, not unlike the drumbeat of my own impending headache. His dramatics were decidedly exhausting—the kind of performance that might entertain if not for the unfortunate reality that was his capacity to obliterate me on a whim.

Pushing myself to my feet, I braced against the wall as my cell tilted ominously. The effort of standing left me lightheaded and unsteady, and an uncomfortable sweat slicked my skin. My ears rang with a shrill whine as I waited for whatever fresh torment he resolved to bring.

Elgar'nan's eyes practically twinkled with malicious excitement as he came to a halt before me. The expression might've looked almost boyish on anyone else. I suspect he harbors a masochistic streak, delighting in the discomfort of others for his own gratification.

As my vision wavered, he seemed less substance, more a force of nature cloaked in the pretense of form. The air crackled faintly. “Inquisitor Lavellan,” He scowled. His voice rumbled like the verbal equivalent of a bad storm ruining an otherwise pleasant afternoon. “You are unsightly.”

“Ah, you flatter me,” I replied, imagining how Madame De Fer might instruct me under similar circumstances—with the faintest edge of superiority and an understated charm. Enough, I prayed (to whom I could not say) to disarm. “Though I admit, your accommodations leave much to be desired.” My words were delivered with all the poise and venom I had mastered through years of verbal sparring. If nothing else, I refused to be stripped of my wit.

His lips twitched. Something almost like a smile flickered across his face. "Lasa em halani ma, da'len," he lulled, his voice deceptively silky. "Your gods are not without mercy. Pledge yourself to me and be spared my wrath." 

"And if I should decline your mercy?" I countered.

His eyes narrowed, though the faint trace of amusement lingered. "Decline?" He laughed, "You misunderstand, Inquisitor. This is not a negotiation."

I scowled, hesitating long enough that he might question my compliance. All the while, he surveyed me with dispassionate curiosity. “A peace offering, then,” he replied at last, sounding bored, “I would not see you so… disheveled. It offends my sight.”

Before I could reply, my chains fell to the ground with a single, languid gesture. The sound, so jarring in stillness, might have been a herald of freedom were it not for the oppressive weight of his gaze. Whatever relief their absence brought, however, was soon eclipsed by the solemnity of his intentions. No gift from him would come unburdened.

I would actually rather choke.

He extended his hand toward me—cold as the grave and no less unpleasant. Turning sharply, he led me from the cell through twisting corridors, defying recollection while veilfire cast restless shadows across the walls. Time blurred and folded, distorting my sense of direction until distance felt meaningless. By the time he stopped, I couldn’t recall the path we'd taken nor how far we'd gone. I felt unmoored, as though the floor had shifted beneath my feet.

The bathing chamber was hidden behind an unassuming door, unmistakably Tevinter, styled in intricate excess and dark marble. A wash basin sat at its center like the jewel in an over-adorned crown, perhaps a shrine to ostentatious cleanliness. Am I in Tevinter? My head throbbed as I tried to pull fragments of memory into focus, but they slipped through my grasp like grains of sand.

Typical.

An accusation slipped free before I could temper it, “You’ve done something to my mind," I hissed, daring him to deny it. He only stood in the doorway like a specter, his expression maddeningly blank.

I sighed. “Does your ‘peace offering’ extend to affording a woman her privacy?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion for good measure.

He raised a brow, his expression hinting at amusement. “Would you prefer I thought of you as a woman, Inquisitor?” His eyes swept over me, tracing the outline of my flesh with an idle deliberation. I had no doubt I was a terrible thing to behold, flush creeping across my cheeks under his scrutiny. 

"I assure you, my substance remains intact," I replied coolly.

“I will grant you an hour,” he said, his tone coldly indifferent as he departed. He wished to prolong whatever game he insisted on playing.

Alone, I exhaled slowly, allowing the tension in my shoulders to ease. I ran my fingers along the basin, daring to catch my reflection in the water. I was pale, my skin dry and dull and taut from deprivation. Tracing over my shoulders and ribs, I frowned at the unfamiliar edges. I had been whittled down to something gaunt and unrecognizable. The sight was offensive in its unfamiliarity, indignation nearly overwhelmed by sorrow.

“Well,” I murmured to myself, “He is welcome to avert his gaze.”

Grime swirled away in lazy spirals.

[blindvogel]

I've recently finished my replay of DAI before Veilguard release and it's interesting what I either forgot in the past ten years or just simply didn't notice as significant. Like the fact that wolf howls lead you up the mountain after Haven to find the rest of the refugees. I like to think that my Lavellan would see the significance, and much later the pain and irony of the situation.

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It is during their third day traversing the Emerald Graves that Ylva spots what she had been looking for, half hidden from view by a copse of trees and other foliage. She considers for a moment if there is an option to sneak away from her traveling party for a moment but then reconsiders given the Red Templar presence in the area. As much as she is not looking forward to the commentary she would hate an ambush even more. So she leads them off the beaten path before gesturing for them to wait. 

"I only need a moment, it won't take long," she says then quickly scurries off before anyone can ask her what this is about. They'll figure it out in a moment anyway as she weaves between the trees until she reaches the worn stone statue of a wolf resting on a low pedestal, his head lowered to look at whoever would approach him. 

She pulls a small bundle out of her pack, wrapped in wool and held together with string, and places it between the paws. An offering that she hopes is adequate for what has been given. 

"Ma melava halani, Fen'harel. Ma serannas lasa ghilan." she says, then looks up at the wolf looking down at her. He is weathered but intact which is a good sign, and what hand had carved him chose to make it just so that his eyes look kind from this angle. She is just tall enough that when she tentatively reaches up she can put her hand on the side of his muzzle. She doesn't know why the Dread Wolf saved her life up on that mountain but she believes in what her Keeper has taught her, what her own interpretation of the myths tells her. And she owes him thanks.

[unwelcome-tagalong]

“He’s Changed You” 🩵

an excerpt from my unpublished long fic 🩷 i was inspired to post this ficlet by this post today, so i hope you like it!

for context, i’m working with a world state where Alistair is King, and Warden Cousland married him and became Queen. through a lot of set up (and magical intervention) they were eventually able to have a pair of twins, despite the taint. mc here is Inquisitor Miri Lavellan :)

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Snatching a sandwich from a platter laid out in the hall by the kitchen staff, Miri ate it as she wandered through the gardens and took a seat on the steps of the gazebo. Her thoughts drifted through the planned journey into Ferelden she and a handful of her companions were to take in a few days, after the King’s departure. Miri was beginning to worry there wouldn’t be enough time to complete all the tasks her companions had asked of her—some of them were certainly more pressing than others, but she could tell how much each of them mattered to her friends, and didn’t want to delay attending to any of them, really.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice reaching her ears from behind a shrub that concealed Miri from view for anyone standing in that half of the garden. “That’s him?” the voice gasped, sounding rather breathless. “I thought he’d look… I dunno, more demonic. Tentacles and fiery breath.” King Alistair. Who was he talking to?

“He is a normal boy, Alistair,” came the irritated reply. Miri knew that voice, but couldn’t quite place it… She knew she shouldn’t eavesdrop, but if she got up now, they’d know she was there, that she’d been listening. Better just to stay put and try not to listen. Right?

“Uh-huh,” the King answered. “And what does he know of… how he was made?” He sounded… shocked. Miri had never known the man to be so inarticulate. What in the Void were they talking about…?

“He knows his father was… a good man. I… I thought you deserved that much,” the woman answered. Miri’s mouth fell open as understanding came over her. The voice belonged to Lady Morrigan. And they were talking about Morrigan’s son, the King’s son, the boy she’d seen with Alistair from the battlements crossing the bridge with his mother earlier this morning! Dirthamen ash halani, she really needed to stay hidden now…

The King chuckled, then sighed wistfully. “He’s changed you.”

“Don’t be absurd,” Morrigan countered. Miri could hear the scowl in her voice.

The King’s laugh was stronger now, warmer. “There’s no need to be so defensive! I just mean… I know the twins have changed me. Elissa, too. Everything changes, once there’s a child depending on you for everything…”

Morrigan hummed in agreement as he trailed off, then after a moment, she asked, “Is it everything you thought it would be? Being a father?”

“Not at all,” Alistair replied. That wistful note was back in his voice now. “It’s so much harder than I ever could have imagined. I… I’m terrified I’ll mess it all up. Everyone always said that was all I was ever good for. I thought being king would be frightening…” He chuckled ruefully, then continued, “I had no idea. Still, I wouldn’t trade them for anything. It’s harder than I thought, but it’s… it’s better than I ever hoped.” His voice caught on the last word, and he cleared his throat, sniffing slightly.

Morrigan sighed. “You aren’t going to ‘mess it all up,’ Alistair,” she murmured.

“What?” the King laughed. “You mean to tell me you, of all people, think I might do alright at something for once? Alright, who are you and what have you done with that horrible witch I once saved Ferelden with?”

There was a loud thwack of flesh striking flesh and the King laughed harder. “If you tell anyone I said so, I will deny it,” Morrigan hissed. “But… you have a good heart, Alistair. You do not give love by half-measures. It may be the only thing you are good at,” she continued, softer now, a playful smirk evident in her tone. Her words carried a certain brusque affection, though Miri was certain she must be wearing a twisted expression that would send most people running in fear. She sighed, then finished, “Besides, your children plainly adore you. I can think of nothing you are better suited to than fatherhood.”

“He has changed you,” Alistair repeated softly after a moment’s pause. Then, when Morrigan didn’t answer, he asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to tell him?”

Morrigan tsked disapprovingly. “If I wasn’t certain I never wanted to tell him before I knew you would survive your encounter with the Archdemon, I most assuredly am now that you have taken the throne. What good would it do to tell him now, hm?”

“I suppose you’re right,” the King murmured. Then, after another small pause, “He’s a fine boy, Morrigan. You should be very proud.”

“Thank you, Alistair,” she intoned, almost warmly. After a moment or two, Miri heard the soft sound of retreating footsteps, and knew the King was gone.

[pagetreader]

Went ahead and did a little muse purge of those that haven't been written with or developed in order to make things neater (as well as for my own sanity, ha)

The following are my current muses on this blog:

Halani Lavellan

Makaela Hawke

Theresa Cousland

Arthur Dayne

Katya Levitsky

Padme Amidala

Christine Chapel

Theodore Groves

Clara Cassidy

Arthur Morgan

Lorraine Duplantier

Rebekah Abbot

[starwrittenfates]

✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @acrowsregards ↳ "Well I'm not afraid, things aren't always what they seem in this place." (Halani @ Felassan)

Since offering his help as another apostate mage to aid the Inquisition, the Slow Arrow had been finding his footing, learning how to adjust to the others around him. It didn't take long. After all, he had been wandering around for some time now, experiencing how the world shaped around him along with the people. Even with all the careful and pointed stares his old friend would keep shooting his way, trying to make sure he didn't step out of line again or give away his identity and position, Felassan had been nothing more than the laidback apostate mage he truly was, obviously different from Solas.

Deciding to check in on Inquisitor Lavellan and see how she was doing, knowing what toll it could take to help lead soldiers and keep up a fight, he had managed to find her in Skyhold.

At her words, a grin came to his face, leaning against his staff. "That's the spirit, Inquisitor! This is why you're our fearless leader, besides the obvious fact of that mark on your hand." Of which he knew what it truly was. "You make the Dalish proud."

[bigfan-fanfic]

Lord Vylandin Wind-Walker of Clan Mithra, Shadow of the Clan, Bodyguard to Duke Tash Adaar, and Windwalker of the Anderfels. (face claim Brock O’Hurn)

Vylandin is basically an assassin from Assassin’s Creed, but in Dragon Age. A half-elf mage and warrior who is adorkable out of combat and terrifying in it.

Halani Enasal Lavellan, First of Clan Lavellan, Rift Mage, and Dalish Advisor to the Inquisition. (face claim Keira Knightley)

Halani would have been the Inquisitor if Tash didn’t exist. A waterbender and rift mage, she is proudly Dalish and assists the Inquisition and saves her clan.

Ask Me About My OCs :)

[deaadcrush]

hi bald

[the-jade-goblin]

I made my canon DA protags in this wonderful picrew!

from left to right we got Rose, Marianne and Halani

[cobaltash]

For @inquisitorialmemorial, the amazing Halani Lavellan! Thank you for answering my call! I hope you like it!

Pose reference from here.

[life-is-no-sugarlicking]

Halani Lavellan. My mobile calls her Salami.

[revasanwherefreedomdwells]

I love these two pictures and how they perfectly capture the failure that was Halani’s relationship with Solas.

[ma-serannas-vhenan]

OC Stats

Thank you @starsandskies for the tag! 💜

Kida Lavellan

Face Claim: None.

Name: Kida'gakash Revas'nan Lavellan.

Age: 25 at the start of DAI, 28 by Trespasser.

Height: 5'9".

Species: Dalish elf.

Gender: Female.

Birthday: The month of Firstfall, day unknown.

Sun Sign: Unknown.

Residence: Skyhold.

Marital Status: Unmarried.

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Drink: Water, milk, occasionally juice.

Food: Berries, vegetables, cheese, occasionally meat.

Day or Night: Day.

Snacks: Sweets of almost any kind, nuts, elfroot.

Pets: He's not a pet, but she has a wolf companion named Halani, who she saved when he was a pup. He rarely leaves her side.

Color: Deep red, gold, black, ivory.

Flower: Amaryllis flowers.

Sexuality: Demi-bisexual.

Body Type: Lithe, athletic.

Eye Color: Bright gold.

Hair Color: Snow white.

Tagging || @kita-lavellan @silvanils @followingthewolf @musically-magic @loverofelves @inquisitor-julia @inquisitor-veowyn @animusrisunovatur @whimsyswastry @aranislavellan

[first-flower-of-my-house]

Hey everyone, I’ve decided to open commissions for the crochet dolls I’m making! I’m able to make ocs from the Dragon Age fandom at the moment, and I’ll hopefully be able to expand that soon! They each cost $50 usd + shipping for one character and a simple outfit (like the examples on the right, a plain shirt, pants, and shoes). More complicated outfits will cost extra depending on how complex they are and how long they take to make, and I’ll discuss the pricing with you. The payment will be split in two: $25 when I start it, and the rest before I ship it. All payment will be done through PayPal. What I’ll need from you is references for your oc, and for their outfit. You have to be okay with giving me your address, since I’ll be shipping them. If you’re interested, you can contact me either through a message here, or an email: my email is bluestar480@gmail.com. Just mention the word “commission” somewhere in the subject line. Thanks for reading this, and I’d appreciate it if you’d reblog this so more people see it!

The two dolls pictures are my Dairine Lavellan, and my wonderful friend @please-pet-the-dread-wolf’s Halani Lavellan.