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reminder that House Trevelyan does exist in real life.
They even got their horses, too. Lmao
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The twins Mealor and Meagor and baby sister Astraea
Children of Lord Vaemon Trevelyan (lord of the Hearth and protector of the old flame) and Lady Aela Arryn (twin sisters of Queen Aemma)
#hotd#hotd ocs#hotd fanfic#hotdedit#hotd imagine#house of dragons#house of the dragon#house targaryen#house arryn#house trevelyan#hotd aemond#hotd rhaenyra#hotd fanart#hotd daemon#hotd viserys#houses of the dragon oc
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trevelyan siblings inquisition au. companion!vepser & inquisitor!rosie trevelyan. 1.5k.
in the world where rosaline trevelyan emerges from the breach alive, hand glowing and newly contemplating a faith she thought she had left behind, vesper stumbles into haven at sunset near a week later, haggard and half-starved and leading a quartet of faltering apprentices.
rosie is gone when she gets there, ridden east to the hinterlands with her newfound companions, and so it is something of an unpleasant surprise when the mage apostate claims to be of the house trevelyan. there is much discussion among the inner circle (which is, at that point, only the advisors) about what to do with her, and the children, until the herald returns, and vesper politely offers to spend the night in the dungeon, because there is at least a roof for their heads and a thin stew for their bellies.
(one of the apprentices eats until she is sick, and vesper holds her hair through the night, keeps watch. old habits, you know.)
(one of them, sickly and frail already, dies in the night. all vesper can muster is hollow exhaustion.)
there are questions aplenty in the morning: who is she (vesper trevelyan, youngest daughter of bann raymond trevelyan of ostwick and lady valérie hirondelle of val chevin); where is she from (the circle at ostwick); why is she here (for the conclave); how is she alive (they were late on account of the apprentice’s illness and saw the explosion from afar); why have they come to haven (they saw smoke and sought shelter).
in the end, leliana finds her harmless enough, and she and the children are given meager quarters and a guard (for their protection or for that of the town is unclear) and allowed to wait for rosie’s final judgement.
(a sentence would be far kinder than waiting for the word of a sister she has not spoken to in some fifteen years, but that choice, like so many others, is not hers to make.)
she is lucky; rosie returns within the day with the good word of a chantry mother and a trio of companions vesper cannot in her wildest dreams imagine her sister willingly befriending. they all disappear into the chantry, and it is hours before her elder sister emerges.
it is one thing to be told chance has turned your sister into the last hope of the world; it is another to see it for yourself. as far as vesper can tell, all she looks is older.
it is not a pleasant reunion.
rosie is unfailingly cold, sharp-edged as ever. it has been a long, long time but vesper remembers her sister’s anger and the subtle cruelty of it. this, at least, is not the willful hurt of their youth. there is something more desperate about it, and vesper understands desperation like a native tongue, one they now share. in the end she is allowed to stay so long as she makes herself useful, so she does.
it is something of a comfort to be a hedgewitch rather than a rebel apostate, to put her skills to work as a healer, to craft complex wards to keep scouts and soldiers safe. the spymaster watches her work at first, and eventually wariness warms to quiet friendship. she takes a swift liking to the dwarf and his stories, and a shy liking to the commander. she learns a great deal from the elven apostate, about magic and the fade and living beyond a circle. she watches from afar as her sister collects followers and faithful as though she were andraste herself, and is oddly grateful to be near her through this.
when the time comes for rosie to choose a side and close the breach, her sister looks her in the eyes and elects to work with the mages in Redcliffe, and asks if vesper will come with. it is, vesper thinks, the first time they have truly seen each other in some twenty years.
(there is a long, forgotten year that follows, and vesper survives through burning anger long enough to send her sister back to try again. it is a good thing to forget those horrors. it is a better thing to be sure they never happened at all.)
a handful of mages march back with them, a vanguard to lend their aid in sealing the breach, and it is odd to be among them again, like wearing old clothes that no longer fit. she avoids their glances, walks quietly with the seeker instead and tries not to think too much of the knowing glances leveled at her.
“the herald did a good thing here,” cassandra says quietly as they bed down for the night, bone-weary. “perhaps you should speak to her of it.”
“my sister has never valued my judgement,” vesper tells her, bluntness born of surprise, but she seeks out her sister anyways. she finds her staring deep into the fire, and does not say anything as she sits, only offers silent invitation.
the trevelyan children have always been particularly good at reading each other. how else would they know where to hit where it most hurts?
(”you were so real,” rosie says when the fire is almost embers. vesper glances in her direction to see her staring at the burnished glow. the light turns her hair copper. “it was like a dream, but you were so real. you called me posie.”
it is an old, old nickname, and hearing it here, now— something catches in versper’s throat. but she has never been one to make a scene; she swallows it away.
“you all died, so I could come back.”
“you can end it,” vesper says quietly. rosie looks up.
“I know,” she says, and there is new-forged iron in her voice. it is strange to hear such decisiveness from her, from roxie’s shadow. perhaps they have both grown more than vesper has realized. “I will. will you stay?”
vesper had not even thought to leave. “yes.”
“good.” and she is quiet again. vesper finds herself smiling at the fading fire. a little care and attention, she thinks inexplicably, and it will roar back to life. there is something comforting in that.)
there are things to see to when they return, and vesper is relieved to escape the scrutiny of the mages and rosie’s companions alike. she watches from the chantry as her sister seals the hole in the sky.
the festivities are a nice change of pace. the attack is more of the same.
it is harder than she cares to admit to follow the commander, half wanting to linger in wait for her sister and knowing that this sacrifice will mean nothing if they do not flee.
the worst of it comes when her companions stumble out of the snow and smoke without her.
(there is magic, she wants to say, but the words stick in her throat, forbidden. there are magics of blood and binding she can do to find her, to find out if—
rosie stumbles out of the wind and snow hours after sunset and vesper’s relief leaves her shaking, and there is something awful about it, about caring so much and wanting it so little.
she is there when rosie wakes, and neither speak of it. there is far too much between them, around them, weighing upon them. there is far too much, and far too little time. some things must wait.)
skyhold is a comfort. there is something humming through the stone, some old magic that is almost familiar, and it is the most at home she has felt perhaps since she was a girl. leliana allows her a workstation to call her own off the gardens, and rosie brings her along now and again on her travels and it is— there is something free about it. something of worth. something far more fulfilling than she has ever imagined might exist.
rosie’s companions are a strange sort, and it takes her a long time to realize she counts among them, and that realization, more than anything, has her seeking out her sister, asking why.
“I don’t think we’ll ever fix it,” rosie says, and vesper does not need to ask what it is; there is bad blood aplenty between them, burnt bridges and thick walls. but there is trick with burning—fields must be scorched clean so life may grow fresh. “but maybe we can make it a little better. the whole world is changing, sister. I think maybe we can try to be better people with it.”
rosie, vesper discovers, is a leader she is proud to follow.
(she is right; it is not fixed, and some days they find their old soft spots and dig in until the whole keep simmers with that old, cruel bitterness. but some days are not all days, and slowly, slowly, they fill the space between them with something akin to friendship.)
(helene shows up at skyhold six weeks after they declare rosaline trevelyan inquisitor, and that is a whole new dynamic to this particular disaster, but this generation of trevelyans are nothing if not unpredictable.
besides. vesper’s a fan of anything that will leave father rolling in his grave. some battles are worth the sweat and blood, and she has missed having a family.)
#dragon age#inquisitor trevelyan#this is a repost from ages ago#it's been cleaned up a little but I just wanted to save it for posterity#companion!vesper#vesper#rosie#mine; writing#mine; dragon age#house trevelyan#mine; vesper
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Morris closed the distance between them with one swift stride and clasped Quinn's head in his hands. He looked at him, a look of intense concentration flashing in his eyes before his grin widened and he leaned in.
"You are an ass, Quinn Trevelyan, but I adore you all the same," Morris breathed, and kissed him soundly.
- Nothing Else Than What Is Now
Celebrating Day 2 of OC Kiss Week with something self-indulgent and using my own OCs. Both Horatio Morris and Quinn Trevelyan are my creation. Art inspired by the above fic about them!
And Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you!
#ockiss23#oc: quinn trevelyan#oc: horatio morris#house trevelyan#grand tourney#dragon age#melis draws stuff
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🪶 ⚔️ art request ⚔️🪶
Hope Trevelyan, the youngest and the tenderest of his family, the one who walks by, a quiet protector of his sister's secrets.
#dragon age inquisition#dai#dragon age#house trevelyan#dragon age oc#oc#original characters#art#artistontumblr#український tumblr#укртумбочка#укртамблер
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[ID: reply from @idkjustsomegames saying “Ooh can we see screenshots of the new inquisitor?”]
sure! this is lady beatrice trevelyan. my sad wet chantry mouse.
she was just an impulse creation from last night so it remains to be seen if i will continue with her + all questions about her backstory still need to be hammered out. (she’s of age, why hasn’t she been given to the chantry yet? who was she with at the conclave, who did she lose? where did a sheltered young noblewoman get the scar that i give to like half my inquisitors because i’m obsessed with it?) but i really enjoyed playing her! surprised myself with how much honestly. i always love playing characters who meet the setting where it’s at
#i wanted her to look nice but fairly ordinary so she’s modelled on like. a few girls i went to school with lmao#i also input a cooler name for her and then had to be like absolutely not she would have a real medieval name that now reads as#an old lady name#(not intended as a slight against any beatrices in the house i love the name)#also bea is very cute if she WERE to perhaps romance sera.......#beatrice trevelyan
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when the wolfsbane blooms
“A demon would have long since been provoked into revealing itself. You know who I am, Inquisitor.” “If you were Solas," Caden says carefully, "that still wouldn’t be true.”
In the months following Corypheus' defeat, the Inquisitor's dreams have been plagued by demons in Solas' guise. He does not expect the man himself to actually appear.
4.5k words, mature rating, ykwtfigo
#well . well!#demons: EXORCIZED (actively summoned demons into my home writing this)#heater in the house has been broken the past week . you know how it is.#solavelyan#i SUPPOSE. i'm bringing repressed psychosexual obsession to what i gather is generally more of a tragic romance vibe.#caden trevelyan#tracts
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trying to come up with a menu for an orlesian multi-course fancy dinner and yeesh.
'bouillabaisse'. french isnt a real language.
#not going to be a full 14 courses but its gonna be multiple courses for sure#ngl this is really stretching my already paltry skills as a writer#feel like conversation heavy scenes are just boring to a lot of folks#and this fic is already conversation heavy.#and now ive got a stilted but on purpose conversation between a large number of nobles#all with their own agendas#its fun and im having a good time but also im probably going t have to do multiple drafts#but also like. val royeaux is on the water but the reservoir is tainted#we ever find out why?#so i do at least get to add some nods into whats happening outside the nobility#oc: annette trevelyan#vultures and dragons#the dynamics of the war in orlais are super interesting to me? like the noble class seems removed from it.#while also being the driver of it. each noble house with their own troops. but then many of them opting for smaller more local conflict#taking advantage to grab more land or better land. expand their assets. as opposed to joining celene or gaspard to end the war#how many of them are profiting off the conflict? how many are eager for it to continue so they can continue to use it for their own ends?#and how does that feed into the rise of the freemen?#and we know theres venatori amongst the orlesian nobility#and venatori manipulating the freemen#what does that look like in practice?#idk orlais is just super fascinating to me. its so fucked up. decadence and decay all in one.
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divine victoria #cancelled for her not-actually-secret lover who she is devoted to but of course can never marry being a man 10 years younger than her. Nothing about the joint abuse of religious or political power though
#actually forgot about their age difference it is funny and compelling to me.#caden trevelyan doesnt have normal relationships with authoritative older women either diversity win...?#dragon deez nuts (aged)#malicious white boy#like if cassandra didnt become divine at some point i think they would eventually amicably separate citing Reasons Of Duty#but specifically the situation where they ARE actually separated by duty and have to have a secret relationship enables the#mutually unaware lavender affair thing to keep going for. idk forever. like playing house would never work. enforced distance? perfect.
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Personal headcanon that the Qunari actually did take Ostwick during the Third Exalted March against the Qunari in 7:56 (since the lore is vague on if Ostwick was seized, which I imagine they were because of their actions in implementing the famed double walls), and that because of that, and the wounded pride of being the first Free Marcher city-state to fall to the Qunari, there is still substantial anti-Qun sentiment in the city, bolstered by Ostwickian song-tales of the faithful Andrastanians (led or not by House Trevelyan) in turning back the Qunari on their own.
(Yes, my idea is based on a noble woman of House Trevelyan in Amayian's worldstate having a bastard Qunari child which explains why the Trevelyans are canonically so tall in his story; and that noble woman, named Malalia, claimed the heads of many Qunari, dancing upon her saddle like golden fringe, bearing a spear with the banner of the Chantry tied to one end).
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dai#da#dragon age ocs#dragon age trevelyan#amayian trevelyan#my ocs#male trevelyan#house trevelyan
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𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇
Clan Lavellan is a nomadic Dalish clan that wanders the wilderness in the northern Free Marches between the territorial boundaries of the city-states to avoid being attacked by humans, who will be less inclined to attack the Dalish out of fear of accidentally instigating one of their neighbors by infringing on their territory. Like other Dalish clans, they maintain their religious and cultural views despite the Chantry criminalizing the elven faith.
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸.
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧
Based on the Irish, Scottish, and Celtic Paganism. They are forest dwellers with their main sources of food coming from foraging and hunting.
Clan Lavellan is community oriented and focused on family. Children are few and rare and for this reason looked at as blessings from the elven gods.
A clan of mostly hunters, healers, navigators and storytellers with mages being a rarity. Clan Lavellan is one of the rare one's to limit their mages to two or three. That's why when Ellana is born (even with a strange green glow around her), at first it concerns her parents and clan, but it is soon forgotten, being looked at as a sign of her being a future mage, of which the clan was in desperate need of since the Keeper was the only mage at the time.
When Ellana is little and shows more signs of her abilities as a mage, practically having a natural talent for magic, Keeper Deshanna trains her. Not long after when Ellana's parents are killed, Keeper Deshanna adopts Ellana as her own daughter too, preparing to make her her First (apprentice mage to the Keeper.)
Keeper Deshanna is an older woman who had lost her husband and child in an accident many years ago. She is a powerful mage and wonderful storyteller, looking at Ellana as a second chance to start over as a mother.
Despite her role in the clan, Ellana comes off as a bit odd or a "Black Sheep" at times. She not only shows a bit of a rebellious streak and a ton of willful spirit, but she tends to be open-minded about certain things that go against the things she is taught within her clan that also gets her into trouble---- for one, Ellana is curious about spirits and the Fade and thinks they aren't something to be afraid of. However, Dalish mages do not use any magic involving spirits, as they believe all spirits are dangerous. The Dalish believe “there’s no such thing as a good spirit”. Spirits cannot be broken down into clear-cut categories and differ from each other, just as people do. Furthermore, the Dalish do not think of demons as evil, but as wild animals, dangerous if treated carelessly.
There was an incident one time where Ellana snuck away from camp to leave an offering of spiced jerky at a statue for Fen'Harel out of compassion for the often looked down upon elven god. Ellana then found herself face to face with a lone wolf, of which was killed in front of her by one of the hunters from the clan. It was a traumatic moment, and one she never forgot, not only because Keeper Deshanna scolded her, but because her act of compassion turned into a tragedy.
Ellana eventually takes her role as First to the Keeper of Clan Lavellan.
After Ellana goes to the conclave and becomes the Inquisitor, Clan Lavellan contacts her. Through an assortment of operations on the war table, the Lavellan clan, then camped out near the Free Marches city state of Wycome, becomes a part of a dangerous political mechanism, and is at risk of being wiped out if the proper options are not chosen. The clan is later attacked, accused of having brought a plague, and potentially become victim of human retribution for multiple charges of which they were innocent.
Ellana is now the last of Clan Lavellan.
#starwrittenfates edits ;;#// Okay but I HAD to make an aesthetic thingy for Clan Lavellan. I'll do the same for House Trevelyan next.#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ⟫ Reincarnated Hope (𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍)#starwrittenfates headcanons ;;
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chewing on this codex entry from inquisition. for my transman trevelyan. no further comments at this time please
#OKAY BUT I WILL ELABORATE IF ASKED I MEAN#the whole point of veremund is to be that sort of like#completely buying in and believing the religiosity#and how does he hold it in esteem and how does he hold it against himself being trans#anyways this could be so sexy.#im like. im chewing on it. house trevelyan perhaps the house of only daughters#daughter who is a son etc etc#mumbles#a redhead just to play into the blonde vs ginger andraste schism#veremund trevelyan#dragon age#cas meta
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I’m trying to rework Marian’s avoidance to romance, especially when it comes to the working relationship turned “oh no, we both fell into feelings without realizing it” thing she has with Tristan.
Originally, she had a partner who was killed on a mission, and she carries this guilt that she was the one who caused his death (she wasn’t.) She closes herself off to feeling vulnerable ever again and is so angry that Tristan’s chipping away at her defenses without even trying.
I think now she still goes Ice Queen on everyone because there was a potential match where she genuinely felt love for but then realized she was being used in a play to either a) get in good business ties to her father’s successful brewery, b) capitalize on her parents’ fame to attempt to elevate their own, or c) both. She cuts all ties immediately but is heartbroken in the process. Rolfe just comes up to wherever she’s hidden herself to cry and hands her a handkerchief with:
“You want me to kill him? Because that’s what I do, you know. No one would ever find his body, I’m that good.”
“Thanks, Dad, but I’m okay.”
“Okay, but the offer is good whenever. Anything for you.”
Cue a few months or years later and there’s a chance encounter between a random Jenny (Marian) and the fabled Dark Wolf (Tristan) after the same target but with very different goals. After almost killing the other, they team up accomplish their respective missions, agree to a one night stand to vent some post-heist adrenaline, and go their separate ways. UNTIL.
The son of the Teyrn of Gwaren rolls up to meet with a former Inquisitor (or high ranking Inner Circle agent, I haven’t made up my mind on the details yet) under the cover of making a business deal for trade but is secretly being sent to help with this whole next generation threat brewing in Thedas. Both of them are very much “hello, nice to meet you for the very first time, yes we are complete strangers, how do you do” while Alex is doing the little brother mental math and screaming internally when the lightbulb lights up. As SOON as they’re alone, Alex is all
“You had sex with him.”
“I did no such thing.”
“You absolutely did so. You rolled in the hay. Held more than hands. Did the deed with Teyrn Nathaniel Howe’s only child, the son of Moira Cousland, best friend to the Hero of Ferelden, defeater of the fifth Bli-”
“How much will it take to buy your silence?”
“Don’t you mean HOWE much???”
“I’m going to stab you and make it look like you did it to yourself.”
“House Rule 24!”
“Sod the house rules.”
#marian trevelyan#next gen heroes#random late night thoughts#house rule 24: no running in the house while holding a knife#cassandra had to create that rule when Marian accidentally stabbed Rolfe with a butter knife while running to the kitchen to get a scone#she was maybe 6 at the time#rolfe was too busy laughing to be upset but began teaching his baby girl weapon safely and spatial awareness#Alex had a ‘what do you have?’ ‘a knife!’ ‘HOUSE RULE 24!’ moment way earlier#rolfe is so proud of his kids and the apparent genetic affinity towards daggers and other sharp objects#there’s an addendum to HR24 that adds ‘not while your mother is at home’ for Fun Stabby Dad moments#I lost my train of thought after Alex butted in but YEAH#she and Tristan partner up to act undercover and accidentally catch feelings#they’re both highly competitive and do the anything you can do I can do better thing#Tristan writes back to his parents with ‘she bested me in archery and stabbed me but it was on accident I am desperately in love HELP’#to which Nate turns to Moira and goes ‘huh. she sounds just like you when we were courting. I like her.’
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House Trevelyan + Name Meanings
Lord Otto Trevelyan, Bann of Ostwick and Lady Lennore Trevelyan, nee Tarbolt of Hearthart in Ostwick
Their Children:
Lord Willard Trevelyan, Heir to Castle Trevelyan and Future Bann Lady Vayla Trevelyan, Inquisitor and Herald of Andraste (Estranged) Lord Harald ‘Harry’ Trevelyan, Twin to Isadora Lady Isadora ‘Dora’ Trevelyan, Twin to Harry Lord Uther Trevelyan, current Tempalr Trainee at the Ostwick Circle
#vayla trevelyan: images#vayla trevelyan: aesthetic#vayla trevelyan: about#vayla trevelyan: info#vayla trevelyan: house trevelyan#dai inquisitor#daiedit#dragon age inquisition#dragon age inquistor
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owain's antivan crow bastard has a name now too btw :) she's yazmin de riva and she is known as an incredibly driven and skilled, if inexperienced, assassin who is also kind of impossible to talk to casually and difficult to work with due to the huge chip on her shoulder. she can play a character adequately, but is profoundly unsocial as a person. she knows her lack of interpersonal skills are the biggest thing holding her back and she's deeply irritated about it which just makes her worse at talking to people. in both personality and appearance she does not take after her dad much at all which she considers a small blessing.
her mom irene died when yaz was pretty young, leading to the crows recruiting her as an orphan. i'm undecided as of yet if this is like the classic tragic death of unspecified illness that always gets wives and moms, or if rowena straight up had irene killed for trying to contact owain again/maybe even trying to blackmail rowena? option one seems kind of boring but option two might be too fucked up. maybe rowena had her framed for a crime and imprisoned so there's the possibility she's still around...? i gotta chew on it.
either way after initially sticking to the story that yazmin's father died before she was born and irene didn't like to talk about him, she ended up telling yaz the truth shortly before her death. owain and irene met at a grand tourney, owain's first time participating and not a bad showing for a green 18-year-old. he impressed the lady irene was serving at the time, at least, but when the lady decided to extend an invitation to a gathering she was hosting after the tourney, owain was more interested in the girl who delivered the message. he was charming and kind, and irene was flattered by his attentions. she didn't expect to find herself with child once she returned with her lady to antiva, lose her position as a result, and then have her attempt to contact owain intercepted by his unsympathetic mother. she had no love token or family heirloom to prove her child's parentage, but she did believe the young lord trevelyan was a good man and if he was aware of his child he would do what was right. she regretted not trying harder to get through to him directly when yaz was an infant, but she was literally 19 and a single mom and terrified.
anyway yazmin as a child never had any way of getting in contact with owain and as an adult is far too proud to ever try. even if he never knew about yazmin's existence due to rowena's interference, yaz is of the private belief that he was wildly irresponsible and self-centered on multiple levels and is owed a fair portion of the blame for what happened to her and her mother. if (when?) she ever met owain she'd probably immediately try to kill him on instinct and then stop herself because owain would just let her and that defeats the whole point
#this does make her being in viago's house very funny. bastard buddies.#only way for owain to find out is if rowena lets it slip. which she would as evidence to prove#that he's still a naive boy who needs his mother's help to clean up his messes#he would immediately after finding out make it his number one priority to find out what happened to irene and her kid#so i need to figure out some timeline stuff.#prospect of yazmin meeting her aunt/uncle the inquisitor and just going Well /I'm/ not going to bring it up#yazmin de riva#owain trevelyan#< relevant enough to him its in the tag.
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how it starts vs how it ends (the fucking literal closest i can get to a rivalmance, bioware can you let me be even a little mean to him bc he kinda fucking deserves to be yelled at a bit over some of his comments and its not like he'd be thrilled about an orlesian noblewoman whos fairly anti-violence and a bit useless in a fight as herald)
#oc: annette trevelyan#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#vultures and dragons#not me going back and editing her dialogue to make her a bit more of an uptight classist politician in the beginning#characters can't grow if they start at a good place and she grew up with money and servants and balls and dancing#of course shes going to be shaped and influenced by that#she cares about keeping up appearances and she cares about playing the Game#and he only sees the schemer at first. just another orlesian who wants to complicate matters for their own ends.#and she only sees someone whos chantry aligned and all too happy to use violence to solve a problem#but annette is a lot like vivienne: she participates in the system to claw back some control for herself#she plays politics in orlais because her father won't drag her back and marry her off if she's enriching House Trevelyan#so if shes good at the Game then she can protect herself and her younger siblings#and eventually they start to look past the image theyd created of the other person and find ways to work together#and then also bc of their differences i can play around with how their upbringings might affect them#for example-- she can embroider bc its like. an expected skill. but she can't really mend things. why would she? she can just buy new.#or she can pay someone else to handle mending her clothes.#and i hc cullen does know how to sew bc he's had to maintain his uniforms. he knows how to mend. its not pretty but its reliable.#he hasn't had the flexibility to just buy new clothes all the time so he has to make sure what he has lasts#and just from that little difference like. i can build a whole scene around a torn piece of clothing.#all the little things. they're really fun to play with. they're so different. and they make it work.#also she wants to fuck him so bad it makes her look stupid#ship: took fuck orlesians too literally#world state: gilt and glamour
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