#micah trevelyan

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday Niri! This week, for Temperance & Templars, how about Cullen has to deal with Thalia's siblings and from tarot prompts "the emperor: authority, discipline, stubbornness; 'You will do as I say.' possible AUs/settings/ideas: kingdom au, argument, enemies to lovers" <- I bet the boorish brother thinks HE'S the emperor

PERFECT. This shall feature in the next Temperance and Templars chapter, thank you!!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 579

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The height of the summer was nearly upon them. The Trevelyan estate’s stone facade, hung heavy with flowering purple wisteria and shaded by topiary, only did so much to cool the interior. On such days, the family fled outside, which was only a marginal improvement. The heat was oppressive, the air soupy and smelling of salt coming off the bay. 

Cullen stood in the back gardens, under a terrace of ivy, squinting into the sun. He’d been accompanying Lady Thalia through the labyrinth of shaded hedges, archways, and rosebushes, until she’d ordered him to fetch him a glass of lemonade. It had taken nearly fifteen minutes to retrace his steps and find the entrance to the wide lawn in front of the house, and what he saw surprised him. 

His fellow servants, usually confined to the indoors, were scurrying across the grass, setting up chairs and tables and awnings. Cullen spotted Pia and Mirabelle among them, the maids who had helped him find Lady Thalia on his first ill-fated day on the job. He had grown friendly with them as the weeks had passed, and felt comfortable enough to ask Pia, when she came within earshot with a tray of silverware to set down, “What’s all this?” 

“Setting up for the fete,” the Rivaini girl replied with an exasperated sigh. 

“The fete? When is that happening?” 

“Tonight, apparently. We just found out. Oh, I do hope the storms hold off, I told Lord Micah you can see them rolling in right off the coast, but he insists it has to be an outside affair. Oh!” She whirled to see Thalia’s brother strolling toward them. “I’ve got to go, he’ll have my head for chatting.” 

Pia retreated as Micah approached, his hair glowing orange in the bright sun, looking as though he smelled something unpleasant. In the weeks since Cullen had been assigned to Thalia, he had never seen Lord Micah express any other emotion, a feat in and of itself. 

“You there,” Micah called in his direction, and Cullen glanced over his shoulder, but no one was there. “Yes, you. Templar. There’s more tables that need placing. You’ll do nicely.” 

Cullen felt a flash of irritation; while he was technically part of the staff, his sole responsibility was meant to be the Lady Thalia, though the family often seemed to forget that. “I’m afraid I can’t, my lord,” he said, as patiently as possible. “The Lady Thalia sent me to bring her a beverage to stave off this heat.” 

“Yes, Maker forbid little Thalia isn’t properly hydrated at all times,” Micah drawled. He drew his arms behind his back; today he wore a white embroidered tunic under a light linen vest and matching breeches. Cullen had noticed Micah was rarely seen without two accessories: golden pin on his lapel, fashioned to look like the stallion of House Trevelyan, and a rapier hanging from his belt. Cullen found this latter accruement puzzling, because it gave the impression Micah might challenge someone to a duel at any moment. So far he hadn’t, but Cullen worried it was only a matter of time. The way Micah stared down his slightly crooked nose at Cullen wasn’t encouraging. “But I’m acting Bann while Father is away, and you will do as I say.” 

That was how Cullen found himself perspiring in the sun as the afternoon droned on, moving long white tables into place with Oliver the stable boy, who had been similarly conscripted. 

[rogueclass]

it's the bbs

[kissingwookiees]

embodiment of love

i wasnt tagged but i saw this uquiz on the dash a couple of days ago and i'm insane about my ocs so i'm doing these for my dragon age babes (and then my fallout ocs)

finnola tabris - hero of ferelden

love as tenderness

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

thatcher hawke - champion of kirkwall

love as violence

[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

brendan trevelyan - herald of andraste

love as light

[ love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides” and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

rava lavellan - inquisitor

love as being known

[ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "the idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. that they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

[sapphim]

character directory ☆

↳ see also: Characters (out of date)

☆ tags

#oc blab

#worldstate writeup

☆ origins

↳ canon wardens

Eydis Aeducan ← Queen of Orzammar

Micah Brosca

Sulina Mahariel ← Warden-Commander

Rafael [Surana]

Zoraida Tabris

↳ canon non-wardens

Spiro Amell

Gwendolen Cousland ← Queen of Ferelden

Rowan [Surana]

↳ non-canon wardens

Rozi Brosca

☆ exodus

↳ canon hawke

Tabitha Hawke ← Champion of Kirkwall

↳ non-canon hawke

Juniper Hawke

☆ inquisition

Kataara Adaar ← Inquisitor

Vaati Adaar

Rumour Cadash

Shirae Lavellan

Alden Trevelyan ← Herald of Andraste

Amelia Trevelyan

Nola Trevelyan

Ellaran Andrale

☆ mass effect

Casper Ryder ← Pathfinder

Polaris Ryder

Roxene Shepard ← Spectre

☆ tabletop

#ttrpgposting

Aurynn ← DnD5e, bladesinger

Gene Hecklinger ← Lancer, biohacker, callsign Echo

Jannike Rakankrak ← DnD5e, cleric of Umberlee

Vaughan van Shellsing ← PF2e, crabby old man yells at clouds

Verity ← DnD5e, tiefling con artist

[penthesilea1623]

Ages ago I began this, I’m pretty sure from a prompt, though it’s been so long I can neither remember what the prompt was, nor who gave it to me, and I apologize for that..

The important thing is, I actually finished it today, crossing it off my WIP list.

Inquisitor Micah Trevelyan takes his Tevinter lover to visit the ‘real’ barbarians in the Frostback Basin.

Rated M under the cut, for mature sexy times under the stars.

Dorian was sitting on a stack of furs, and huddled in still more furs by a fire pit at Stone-Bear Hold in the Frostback Basin: that sentence alone emphasized the ridiculousness of the situation.  

He, Dorian Pavus of House Pavus – a line going back over a thousand years – Altus, nobleman of Tevinter, was sitting on the ground surrounded by barbarians – real barbarians mind you, not just the Southerners he liked to tease by calling them barbarians. These were actual legitimate fur-wearing, non-bathing, superstitious Avvar, who kept a bear in their camp, and who counted said bear among the members of their clan.

It had come to this.

He didn’t know how he’d let Micah talk him into it.

Granted, speaking with the Auger had been fascinating: a wholly different way of looking at magic, and mages, and spirits. That these barbarians had the knowledge to merge with a spirit, to accept that spirit as teacher and guide and then be able to banish that spirit without harm to either spirit or mage was astounding, and that no inkling of this knowledge had trickled to the outside world was simply mind-boggling.  

Of course, the Auger had thought their practices just as strange, though he’d seemed mostly amused by how complicated the “lowlanders” made things.  Dorian’s ears were still ringing with his laughter, though even he had to admit there had been no malice behind it.  

He raised the stone cup he’d been holding and took a sip of something that tasted vaguely like paint thinner and shuddered as it went down, though he admitted the taste was improving with each sip he took. He wondered once again how he’d gone from walking the hallowed halls of the Magisterium to here.

Micah was in his element, of course. Dorian watched him from across the campfire as he bade goodnight to his new Avvar friends, a process that seemed to involve a lot of pounding, a great deal of back slapping, and more than a little ribald laughter.  

As if he could sense Dorian’s gaze Micah turned his head and looked at him. His mouth curved into a smirk of a smile and he started walking towards him.

Walking. The man never merely walked. He stalked or prowled, always on watch, always aware, always purposeful to the point of seeming vaguely threatening more often than not.  

Watching him sent Dorian’s heart racing in a way better suited to a virgin on their wedding night than to an experienced and sophisticated man in his thirties. Ridiculous. His barbarian Inquisitor, half-naked, his chest painted with something that seemed to have the consistency of mud, and smelled strongly of something else, and Dorian truly didn’t want to think too carefully about what it was that might be causing that stench.

He looked magnificent of course.

Micah dropped down beside him on the furs, stretching out his long legs (like tree trunks Dorian had told him on more than one occasions) in front of him and propping himself up on his elbows. He gave Dorian an easy grin that was boyish, mischievous, and lecherous all at once.

Barbarian, Dorian thought, trying, and failing, not to return the smile.  “Finished climbing walls with our new friends, are we?  And did we win?”

Micah’s grin became even more smug. “Of course we won.” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you doubted me?

“Who, me? Never.” Dorian’s tone was flippant, though the sentiment sincere. He’d never seen Micah defeated. Even Corypheus had only delayed him for a few hours back in Haven.

Micah shifted suddenly so his head was resting in Dorian’s lap. “This is the life, Dorian. This is what freedom feels like.”

Dorian snorted. “I prefer my freedom with a roof and four walls, a snifter of Antivan brandy in one hand, and a book in the other.”

Micah ignored his grousing. “Lie back, look up and tell me you’ve ever had a view like that in your roof and four walls.” He didn’t give Dorian the chance to respond, just pushed him so he fell back with an oof of expelled air.  

“Look at those stars and tell me it isn’t worth giving up Antivan brandy for.”  Micah demanded.

“I’m not certain there are enough stars in the sky to make me give up…”  Dorian started to say, and then he actually looked and his voice trailed off.

There were more stars than he’d ever seen, more than he’d ever imagined there could be; parts of the sky seemed almost white with them. It was breathtaking, and he turned his head to tell Micah so, only to realize that still more breathtaking was Micah Trevelyan, lying beside him watching him with a gleam in his eyes.  

Micah reached over and twined his fingers through Dorian’s but then seemingl to change his mind, he shifted so he was half lying over the man. He tugged at the leather laces of his shirt and when he’d succeeded in opening them he ran his broad hands over the skin he’d uncovered.

Dorian’s body began to respond, and from Micah’s grin, Dorian knew he’d noticed.

Damn the man.  

“I’m cold.” He complained. “There’s a rock digging into my left buttock. I think I’m drunk and I don’t even know what it is I’m drunk on. How the mighty have fallen.” He proclaimed dramatically.

Micah ignored the grousing. “I like you fallen.” He told him.

Dorian grinned in spite of himself. “You like me horizontal.”

“I do. And vertical at times. Bent over is good. But mostly I like you when you’re kneeling in front of me with my cock in your mouth.”  

Dorian barely had time to process the remark before Micah had bent down, kissing him so roughly it was almost painful, all tongue and teeth. Dorian could taste whatever liquor he’d been drinking on Micah, and any aversion he’d had left for the stuff vanished.     `

Micah’s mouth moved to his jaw, biting and nipping, and then to his neck, his lips warm and firm, his breath hot on his skin. “You taste so fucking good.” He growled against his throat.  He buried his face at the curve where Dorian’s neck met his shoulder and then continued moving downwards, pausing briefly to lick and bite and suck one nipple before switching to the other, bringing one hand up to gently tease and pinch the first.

Dorian tried and failed to catch his breath. Encounters with Micah Trevelyan tended to be overwhelming, but behavior like this this was extreme even for Micah. Certainly the man was no prude, but usually his affections were kept behind closed doors and not, quite literally, out in the open.

He let out a yelp as Micah bit down on his nipple unexpectedly, and Micah let out a rumble of a laugh, almost a growl. It seemed to vibrate through both of them. What on Thedas had come over him?

And then he realized. “Sweet Andraste, you’re drunk too, aren’t you?” He asked.

He’d only seen Micah drunk a handful of times, and most of them when he’d been angry but he wasn’t angry now, in fact, he appeared to be in the best of moods.

This, this was new.

He closed his eyes as Micah moved slowly down, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of Dorian’s stomach, not enough to hurt, but certainly enough for Dorian to feel vulnerable.

His question was answered when Micah sat up suddenly, straddling him. Trapping him. Staring down at him with those glittering dark eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” Micah told him, and had anyone ever looked at him like that before, with that strange mixture of lust and almost gluttony? But there was more to it than that: there was longing, and need, a plea for something else.

Dorian didn’t know what to do with a look like that. “You look as if you’re going to eat me up.” He said flippantly.

Micah threw back his head and laughed. “Now THAT is a spectacular idea.” And before Dorian realized what he was doing, he’d shifted down, tugging on the ties of Dorian’s leather leggings.

Dorian scrambled to get out from beneath him, uselessly of course. Micah may have been a mage but he had the build and strength of a warrior:  Dorian had seen him fight opponents without even bothering to cast a spell, using his staff as a club, and on one occasion just using his fists.

“Micah! You’re mad. You can’t do that here, in the middle of an Avvar camp…”

Micah looked around with exaggerated slowness.  And reluctantly Dorian raised his head and followed the man’s gaze.  

They were alone. More or less. Most of the Avvar had retreated to their huts. He could see one or two lingering at the mouth of the cave where the Svarrah Sun-Hair held forth, but they seemed to be paying them no attention whatsoever, indeed, no one seemed to have the slightest interest in what the two lowlanders were up to, nor did they seem to care in the slightest that both were men.

Strange that ‘the barbarians’ – both the Avvar and the Inquisition seemed to have little issue with it.  

What did that say about his own country?

He’d drunk too much to answer the question. His head was swimming and he closed his eyes, letting it drop down back down. “You’re going to do it aren’t you? You’re going to make love to me right out in the open, lying on a bunch of furs, where anyone could walk by.” His heart was pounding, and he did his best to tell himself it wasn’t because the idea of it was in any way exciting.

Micah didn’t answer but his hands moved down to the waistband of Dorian’s now unlaced leggings, one on either side. The look he gave Dorian was downright smug.

Dorian surrendered to the inevitable. “Blessed Maker I knew this sort of thing would happen when I started consorting with barbarians.”  He muttered.

Micah gave a bark of laughter. “You knew, did you? If that’s the case I’m surprised it took you as long as it did to leave Tevinter and head south.”  His hands tugged suddenly yanking Dorian’s pants down past his buttocks,

Dorian’s cock sprang free, and Micah’s hand immediately wrapped around it, squeezing gently, sliding slowly up and down the length of it. “Maker you’re beautiful.” He said again, but when Dorian glanced down, this time Micah was staring at his cock. As he watched Micah shifted down so he was lying between his legs, taking Dorian in his mouth, hot, wet, his tongue exploring his entire length of him, sucking lightly. One hand reached up to gently stroke his balls and Dorian’s head arched back. He reached down dragging his fingers through Micah’s long dark hair.  

Micah growled in approval and the vibration nearly finished Dorian off.

“Festis bei umo canavarum.” He managed to gasp out.

Micah raised his head, releasing him, “I’d rather be your life.” He told him. He kept his hand wrapped firmly around Dorian’s hardness. His eyes seemed to glow as he looked up at him, every emotion, every feeling showing in those eyes, nothing held back.

What did one say to that, to the words, and to that look, Dorian wondered?

“Kiss me.” He whispered, surprised by the urgency in his voice.

And Micah did, moving up with almost startling speed, cupping Dorian’s face in his hands and kissing him deeply, thoroughly, but with the tenderness that had surprised Dorian since the first kiss they’d shared.

Without breaking the kiss, Micah’s hands moved downwards again, and Dorian’s followed, unlacing Micah’s trousers, feeling uncharacteristically clumsy as he tried to concentrate on the task while Micah’s hand gripped him firmly, his thumb running over the tip of him, spreading the slick wetness there, causing Dorian pull his mouth free with a moan, as he wrapped his own hand around Micah’s hardness mimicking his lover’s movements.

They rolled to their sides, and Dorian felt Micah’s large hand cover his own, pressing their cocks together sliding up and down, slick and hard, and growing harder, their hands moving in unison, though Micah controlled the movement. Dorian slid his free hand up to grasp the back of Micah’s head, pressing their mouths together once again, muttering in Tevene against his lips, saying things he’d never said in the common tongue, that Micah was beautiful, that he was everything that mattered to Dorian, that he was his life, and how could he think otherwise, all while their hands moved together, faster and harder, and their bodies pressed against each other. Someone was moaning, a guttural harsh sound, and Dorian couldn’t have said for certain which of them it was, or maybe it was both, and then he was coming, hot and hard, dimly aware of Micah throwing back his head with a sound that was half groan, half shout, before he was kissing Dorian again, his mouth and cheeks and eyes, while both of them tried to catch their breath.  

Eventually Micah sat up, and producing a cloth from somewhere, cleaned them both up, his touch surprisingly gentle. Dorian was exhausted enough by both the alcohol he’d drunk and the Inquisitor’s lovemaking, that he simply rolled over onto his back and lay there, letting him, even let him tug his trousers back up and fasten them.

Micah tossed the cloth to one side and lay down beside his lover, pulling one of the furs up and over them both, before shifting and resting his head on Dorian’s chest.

Dorian reached up and stroked his dark hair, marveling again at the softness of it, staring up at that sky with its countless stars.

The camp was quiet for the most part. No one seemed to have noticed their…interlude, or if they had they were unbothered by it.

It took some getting used to, this openness, he thought. His lips curved into a smile as he remembered their early conversation.

“So this is what freedom feels like, eh?”  He asked Micah softly.  

Micah gave a huff of contented laughter. “This is what freedom feels like.” He agreed.

[brentjayspiner]

After having not thought much about Micah in a long time I've decided that Micah is a trans boy much like myself, or at least he finds himself falling on that side of the spectrum which may in fact have more to do with why he ran away than I initially thought

[araneagreatlyapproves]

Prompt 69 with Micah and Cullen?

 Dragon Age, eh? Lets see what I can pull out of one of my favorite video game ships~Hopefully this is entertaining at the least xux

69(lol): “ You’re teasing me again… ”

“Come on, Cullen. It’ll be fun.~”

The two of them, along with the large crowd that had gathered, stood in the center of the training yard. Both armed; Cullen with his sword and Micah with her’s. Well, her spirit-blade anyway.The previous evening there had been an argument about who in the Inquisition was the best swordsman. In the beginning it was just between Cassandra, Cullen, and Blackwall, but Iron Bull quickly dropped Micah’s name into the mix which started a series of bets. Who could beat the Inquisitor in a bout?Sera enthusiastically volunteered Cullen to go first.Obviously word had gotten around Skyhold about the little “competition.”“Your definition of fun is marginally different from mine, love…” Cullen replied, adjusting his grip on his sword while looking uncomfortably at the spectators.Micah chuckled and shrugged off her overcoat exposing her wrap-over bodice. “Well, Commander, I’ll consider going easy on you then.” she teased, brandishing her spirit-blade with a flourish in an attempt to show off for the crowd.Cullen frowned and grumbled under his breath as he approached the mage. “Don’t tease me, Micah. We both know that won’t happen.” He too twirled his sword like a pro which resulted in loud cheers from the troops.

“Ser Cullen…!”

“Commander!!”“Such bias…!~” Micah mused and stood casually in front of Cullen with her blade out to her side. “We can’t keep them waiting forever. Make a move.”With a small grin Cullen attacked with lightning fast swings and jabs which caused an uproar from the spectators. However, the uproar quickly faded as the Inquisitor effortlessly stepped out of the way of each attack instead of retaliating. For a while they danced around each other; Cullen on the offensive and Micah playfully dodging.They never took their eyes off of one another.Then suddenly, without warning, Micah changed her tactics and began her inhumanly fast single-handed assault on the Commander, forcing him to fight defensively as her blade whizzed through the air, clashing in a shower of sparks. Steel struck stone as Cullen’s blade was flung from his grasp with a flick of Micah’s wrist and she stepped forward to be nose to nose with him.“Sorry~ I couldn’t help myself.” she whispered to him, her lips curling into a smile.Gasps and cheers burst forth from the crowd and a round of applause broke out, but Cullen seemed unamused.The Commander let out an exasperated sigh and scoffed. “You’re teasing me again…”

Micah leaned forward up onto her toes to deliver a kiss to Cullen’s lips. An unspoken apology. “I couldn’t exactly lose, now could I?”

“Next!”

[theoriginalladya]

Stories you want to write

but haven’t quite yet.   Tagged by @shadoedseptmbr - thank you!

Tagging @mallaidhsomo @jedirangerpenguin @jediwalkerw and anyone else who wants to participate!

Ummm ...  I have soooooo many ‘in the works’ it’s not even funny.  I’ll just focus on some of the most likely to see the light of day, how’s that?  

Mass Effect

I have so many smaller/individual stories planned for Caleb (mshenko) - he’s going to take a while, but I dedided to break it all down into smaller stories so I could switch up  my timeline if I had to.  I definitely have three BIG post-war stories for them, maybe a fourth depending if I can flesh out a new plot idea I came up with.  So he’s got a loooooong way to go. (Seriously, he’s only just joined the Alliance - it’s a long way home! lol)

Michael Shepard (mshenko) - starting in November, he’ll get more attention. Right now, his story is looking to be one of epic level proportions though, so goodness knows how long it will take to get there.  Plus some more side stories.  And who knows what else ... ;)

Kristofer Shepard (mshenko) is another I have a bigger post-war fic in mind for.  I’m a bit stuck on some of his plot - I know what I want to do, but still working out how to get it there.  

Serafina Shepard (fshenko) - I want to get back to reworking her big fic, adding in some additional pieces I’ve since come up with and actually finishing her story and moving her forward in time.  Much of her’s is well post-war and involves hers and Kaidan’s kids.

Micah Shepard (fshenko) - her story is on the unique side of things and I really would like to finish it and move onto the next one.

Kane Shepard - #67 on my spreadsheet - loosely based off Eliot Spencer on Leverage (thus the name Kane).  His plot is sort of worked out, won’t be a major work but might need a month or two to just sit and work on to get it where I want it.  

And then we have Dragon Age ...

Serafina MacKinnon’s whole big ‘shebang’ which ultimately will include the Warden, Hawke, Trevelyan and their stories plus an idea that I’ve had for over a decade now ...  multiple story ideas, but they are all tied together in the end

Follow up stories for my Ever Constant series - three more stories there.

Annet Cousland - older sister to Fergus and younger Cousland who isn’t in Ferelden at the time of the Blight but gets drawn into the happenings there against her will

And a couple of World of Darkeness stories tied to my werewolf characters that I play....

Oh, some crossover story ideas, too.  Mass Effect/Dune, Mass Effect/Dragon Age, Mass Effect/Pacific Rim.  I think there’s one more but it escapes me at the moment.

Plus all of my original fic ideas.

(I have a lot of stories in my head .......)

[goblinloreremade]

🍓micah🍓maha🍓roci

motherfucker!!!

when micah was younger they used to memorize orlesian and nevarran plays, to the point that they could recite them entirely on command. they spent much time acting out the plays on their own and in private, playing multiple parts and bowing at the end to a non-existent crowd. the only person who knows they did this is cedric trevelyan, their best and “only” friend that they met when his family sent him to live with relatives in nevarra due to “causing too much trouble”. he was equally interested in the arts and acted out these plays with them well into their teens. they put a lot of effort into them, constructing elaborate costumes and sets that often took days to finish. when they were older and had the money to actually attend the theater, they refused to see the plays. outwardly they said that plays were stupid and pointless but inwardly they believed that nothing could top their and cedrics renditions

maha is a very poor dancer. though he can sing and play instruments well, he has very little coordination when it comes to his feet. him and zevran went on many dates during their time together in antiva, some of which were going dancing. despite zevrans best efforts to teach him, maha still remained clumsy and uncoordinated. he still enjoys dancing, however, and agrees to go with zevran every time he asks despite how often he stumbles. the only dance he actually can do is slow dancing. mainly because zevran is the perfect height for maha to rest his chin on the top of his head as they sway gently together

roci is an incredibly talented blacksmith and inventor and is well respected in his work. however he is most proud of his work in the archives, a large collection of libraries and museums. he often spent his time there catching the attention of visitors and giving them unwarranted novel recommendations and trapping them in hour-long conversations about certain exhibits, despite the fact that his only job there was to restock the shelves and clean up after guests

send me a 🍓 and an oc and i’ll give you a random fact about them!!

[nirikeehan]

wip wednesday!!!

Got tagged by @melisusthewee and it's been a hot second since I did this I think. so.

Been dicking around with the next chapter of Temperance and Templars. It's a big party of the Ostwick elite and Cullen has no idea what to expect!

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The first raindrops arrived with the guests. Dusk was already upon them, falling early as the storm Lord Micah so vociferously assured them all would hold off overcame the cliffside estate. Lightning streaked the sky, illuminating the billowing clouds and heralding the clashes of thunder. 

As the servants hurriedly moved the festivities inside, Cullen found the Lady Thalia winding her arm around him and directing him to escort her to the foyer to receive the guests. 

He was stunned. Thalia spent so much time in simple frocks and messy hair that it had barely occurred to him that she might look any different for the fete. She stood in an elaborate gown of cream and sky blue silk that brought out the color in her eyes. Her long auburn hair had been twisted artfully atop her head and affixed with sapphire and silver hair pins shaped like butterflies. Cullen’s heart thudded strangely to behold her like this, more so when she caught his eye and grinned coquettishly. 

“Don’t you look fine tonight, Ser Cullen,” Thalia said, which made it all worse. 

“You’re too kind,” he said faintly. She was, surely. He’d been instructed by the housekeeper last minute to don Trevelyan livery, and the only available doublet close to his size was a touch too tight across the chest. The weather had set his hair to curling uncontrollably, which no amount of brushing with a damp comb had been able to tame. But he now matched his lady in colors and had the sigil of House Trevelyan sewn to his breast, the top half of a rearing horse emerging from the sea. He thought about returning the compliment, but stumbled mentally over his options, worried that anything he might say would seem too forward. 

“You won’t think that once we’ve got through this receiving line,” Thalia said over a clenched smile, arranging herself and the train of her dress beneath a marble statue in the foyer.

Laela was already beside her, in a gown of similar coloration, though she’d opted for a hairnet adorned with pearls to hold her blond tresses. “Do try not to fuck this up, dear sister,” Laela chirped, shocking Cullen with her profanity.

Thalia had no time to reply, as the house guard had opened the tall front door, and in poured the highest of Ostwick society, soggy and shaking rain from their finery. 

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Tagging, if interested: @monocytogenes | @inquisimer | @rowanisawriter | @theluckywizard | @zenstrike | @demarogue | @oxygenforthewicked

[deliciouspancakes]

tagged by @envianne for this oc meme and this is going to be Long

I’m gonna tag @thefrostyknight, @1upedangel, @masterofgoats, @starfallblade, @the-wenzel, @chenkari, @tapefi if any of you would like to, if not that’s cool too, and if I forgot you somehow and you have OCs you want to talk about go right on ahead because I probably intended to tag you

let’s goooooooo

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Hazel Prescott (Fallout 4), Maxim Trevelyan (DA: Inquisition), Eleanor Rinne (Raging Waves), Shirley Reuben (Raging Waves), Kalevi Elian (Raging Waves), Asha (Still It Beats), Amala (Still It Beats), Imaru (Still It Beats), Elsepu (Still It Beats), Afu (Still It Beats)

Looks like a cinnamon roll and could actually kill you: Louise Coleman (Fallout 4), Marco Thibaud (Fallout: New Vegas), Alendra Lavellan (DA: Inquisition), Fabrizia Bellandi (Raging Waves), Micah Knight (Raging Waves), Yru (Still It Beats), Umuse (Still It Beats), Egivu (Still It Beats)

Looks like they could kill you and is actually a cinnamon roll: Adam Greene (Fallout 4), Valyndis (Skyrim), Nazaya Adaar (DA: Inquisition), Leah Shepard (Mass Effect OT), Max Lang (Raging Waves), Dmitri Elian (Raging Waves), Ujuvu (Still It Beats)

Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: Kenneth Eum (Fallout 4), Stalks-Shadows (Skyrim), Tavi Cadash (DA: Inquisition), Marcia Gharbi (Raging Waves), Cassius Ustad (Raging Waves), Emin Uzun (Raging Waves), Aurelia Fiore (Raging Waves), Livio Mosconi (Raging Waves), Hortense Azarola (Raging Waves) (are you seeing a pattern yet), Omoku (Still It Beats), Ofelza (Still It Beats), Ukufa (Still It Beats)

Sinnamon Roll: Claudia Bissette (Raging Waves), Hugo & Marcel (Raging Waves), Yzhyla (Still It Beats)

and a new category: Exactly as incompetent as they look: Bill Lockheed (Raging Waves)

that was about as long as I thought it would be

[penthesilea1623]

Soulmate-identifying marks

I love the idea of this one, though I always feel as though it has to be angsty for some reason (and typing that immediately makes me want to write a wow this person is amazing, I think I’m in love and oh my god look at that mark, he/she is my soulmate story).

I can see writing this for Micah and Dorian, because Micah is so bitter and disillusioned at the start of the story, and just flat out doesn’t believe in this whole soulmate crap because look at how horrible his life has been, and he’s almost thirty and the sky is literally falling down around them, and then Dorian turns up and there’s the soulmate mark, and Maferath’s Balls, isn’t that just the sort of thing the Maker would do, show him his soulmate when the world is ending.

I can also see doing it for Elspeth and Bull.  The fact that Bull even had the soulmate mark was always a matter of concern for the tamassrans and the ben hasrath but it’s actually quite rare among the qunari. As for Elspeth her’s just looked like a scribble, because no one in the Circle knew anything about Qunari script. When they realize their marks match Elspeth’s immediate reaction is to get angry, because let’s face it, that’s her default reaction to most things. 

Bull of course thinks it’s just really cool, because look, they match, and of course they’re soul mates, hasn’t he been calling her ‘kadan’ this whole time?

put a fanfic trope in my inbox

[brentjayspiner]

Micah Trevelyan aka my child

[brentjayspinerfollow]

Cassandra and Micah don’t like eachother at first for good reason

Cassandra is an angry and distraught woman who has had her faith shaken and thinks Micah is the reason and Micah has basically just woken up disoriented with no idea why shes in this snow covered hell with demons and Cassandra keeps threatening to kill her 

she just wants to go back to the woods, damn it

[sillyda]

Trick or Treat! ( I don't know if you'd feel comfortablt writing Micah x Bull- if not, Misha x Bull! ^_^ )

Trick

Micah dropped her stealth as soon as she was up the tree.  She didn’t hold her breath, she knew better than that, and she forced herself to measure her breaths slowly.  Breathe in, breathe out.  Slow and easy.

She heard the crunch of twigs and the crack of larger limbs breaking.  He didn’t take care with his movements as he pursued her.  Stomping through the woods without a care for stealth, he really sounded like a wild animal.  He sounded like a bull.  

The thought made her stomach lurch, and she pressed her palm to her mouth to keep a hard, desperate sound from coming out.  She didn’t know how she had lost him to this, but it hurt her more to remember the times he had woken up in a cold sweat, clutching her.  He had told her about the dreams.  The nightmares that he had hurt her.  Sometimes he chased her, sometimes she just stood there while he took her apart. 

She had told him that it would never happen.  He was too good of a man.  It was just unfounded fears left over from a lifetime under the Qun.  He was a man, not an animal.  

He would never turn into what he feared was at his core.

Micah shifted her weight as one of her legs fell asleep, and a large piece of bark fell to the leaves below.  She held her breath, hoped the darkness would hide her.

When the Iron Bull turned his head up to look at her, his eye met hers, and then his axe slammed into the tree.

Micah fumbled for her bow, her stomach twisting as fear pushed to the surface and guided her.  She held her balance as his axe slammed into the tree again.

She pulled out an arrow and drew on Bull.

“Bull!” She tried one more time.  One last attempt to talk sense into the man she had been talking about marrying two days ago.  “Bull, please, stop!”

His axe slammed into the trunk and it started to groan.

Micah took a deep breath, she held it, and then she let her arrow fly.

[nirikeehan]

tarot prompt list

Originally from here, recreating to keep track of prompt fills

the lovers: love, harmony, mutual attraction; “I love you so much.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: fluff, soulmate au, confessions, mutual pining

the fool: innocence, playfulness, recklessness; “Let’s go on an adventure!” possible AUs/settings/ideas: treasure hunter au, worrying, games  

the magician: transformation, beginnings, good omen; “I guess today’s my lucky day.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: first meeting, supernatural au, witch au  

the high priestess: magic, dreams, knowledge; “I had this dream, and now…” possible AUs/settings/ideas: visions, sold fortune, magic au  

the empress: passion, ferocity, fertility; “You cannot do this!” possible AUs/settings/ideas: motherhood, protectiveness, villain au - Fill, Thalia & Vivienne

the emperor: authority, discipline, stubbornness;  “You will do as I say.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: kingdom au, argument, enemies to lovers - Fill, Cullen & Micah Trevelyan

the hierophant: community, learning, rituals; “We’ll always help each other out, right?” possible AUs/settings/ideas: found family, highschool/uni au, teacher au  

the chariot: sacrifice, struggle, travel; “I’m sorry… I have to do this.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: boss fight, (assumed) goodbye, traveller au

strength: courage, obstacles, urges; “Together, we can do this!” possible AUs/settings/ideas: slow burn, action movie au, fighting together

the hermit: solitude, withdrawal, introspection;  “Leave me alone. Please.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: hurt, stranded au, feeling-focused, lost  - Fill, Cullen, Vivienne, Thalia

the wheel of fortune: optimism, success, luck;   “We did it! I can’t believe it!” possible AUs/settings/ideas: genie au, chance/fated meeting

justice: karma, honesty, decisions; “I don’t know what to do.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: superhero au, dealing with consequences  

the hanged man: suspension, potential, indecision; “I can’t stay here, but I don’t know where to go. I’m stuck.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: prison/ex-convict au, internal conflict

death: destruction, loss, change;  “I lost you. And it was unbearable.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: stages of grief, new beginnings, ex au

temperance: communication, healing, moderation; “I’m here for you. You can talk to me.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: comfort, deep talks, hugging, woundtending  

the devil: failure, lust, temptation;  “You want it too…” possible AUs/settings/ideas: desire, nsfw, unrequited love, demon au 

the tower: drama, catastrophe, pride;  “Don’t be like that!” possible AUs/settings/ideas: angst, (post)apocalypse au, break-up

the star: renewal, hope, rest; “I feel at peace.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: star-gazing, lazy days, cuddling, spirit au

the moon: emotion, fantasy, confusion; “That’s rough, buddy.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: fantasy au, werewolf au, late night talks

the sun: joy, friendship, prosperity; “I’m so happy.” possible AUs/settings/ideas: friends to lovers, love realization, coffee shop

judgement: awakening, resurrection, absolution; “Why did you have to do this?!” possible AUs/settings/ideas: reincarnation au, criminal (au), mistakes

the world: fulfillment, experience, completion;  “Do you remember, back when…” possible AUs/settings/ideas: old age, happy end, fantasy world au - Fill, Thalia/Samson 👀