#miriani

[renah]

just caught up with the last episode of the Million Live anime, I wonder if the scene with the girls singing in acapella after the sounds goes off could be a reference to that famous MomozakiP Azusa video?

[freyjaofthenorth]

the general lack of miriani content on this webbed site is sad

but that is the curse of im@s, and especially million live i guess...

[strawsoldier]

Fall 2023 Anime-Round Up

Incredibly strong season for anime. Popular IP's finally getting their anime adaptions (Frieren, Kusariya). More enjoyable sequels (Spy x Family, Kagejitsu). And probably the biggest anime in existence finally finally came to it's conclusion (AOT)

oh and Zom 100 finally came back from production hell lol

Anime of the Season: Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season

Best Opening: Specialz (Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season) + Nemurasareta Lineage (Ancient Magus Bride S2)

Best Ending: know me... (Undead Unluck)

Drops: 100 Girlfriends, Stardust Telepath (may pick those up someday if im bored)

Plans to Watch at a later date: N/A

Completed:

SPY×FAMILY Season 2 - (8/10)

I never liked how SpyFam diluted into an A plot or B plot with each and every episode after the second cour of the first season. This also occurred in S2 but was definitely a return to form for this show. Everything else was mostly the same stuff. If you loved S1, you'll lvoe this. Very excited for the upcoming movie.

Attack on Titan: The Final Season - The Final Part - (10/10)

What can I say about this juggernaut of a franchise ending that hasn't already been said? I still remember myself in 2013 watching the first episode of Attack on Titan being floored that anime could be like this. If it wasn't for this show I would not have discovered of what Japanese Animation has to offer outside of Naruto and One piece. Thank you so much to all the staff involved in making this- From WIT and MAPPA.

and I hope I never have to type that stupid title ever again

Arknights: Perish in Frost - (8.5/10)

Very engaging season of Arknights. Can very much see why Arknights fans say the writing just gets better and better with each chapter. Still not going to play the game tho lmao

Blaze <333

The Eminence in Shadow Season 2 - (8/10)

The frenzy has begun. The moon is red. We are out of time.

stupid isekai continues to be stupid (wholesome). Can't wait for the movie

Dead Mount Death Play Part 2 - (6/10)

Still enjoyable, and very much written by Narita. But man the production quality of this show took a major nose-dive and killed some enjoyment of this show. Very willing to watch more though.

The Ancient Magus' Bride Season 2 Part 2 - (8/10)

While DMDP suffered a animation dive in it's second half, Mahoyome absolutely ramped up it's production quality; both from a direction standpoint and animation.. Philomela was a fascinating character to watch and I'm so happy with how her arc ended up concluding. I don't khow much more time will be spent in the College, but hopefully we can more arcs about the other characters like that. Lucy plotline is still unresolved afterall.

Also finally an OP with animation that MATCHES Junna's vocal range. Love to see it.

The IDOLM@STER Million Live! - (7/10)

Can a show tell a story with 39 main characters across 12 episodes? Turns out, not really; But credit for trying though. The recent installment of the Imas franchise was a relatively safe one that didn't bother to do anything more than "Here are these girls and the quirks and troupes associated with them". That being said, The CG animation was incredible. Shirogumi outdid themselves with this show. Now I think I can say that Studio Orange isn't the only studio that successfully do a full CG anime.

pour one out for shinymas anime that isn't gonna look this good :pensive:

Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season - (10/10)

My hope for HI/Shibuya Arcs getting the most pristine quality of treatment when they get animated was answered, and then some. The way it elevated each and every moment in the manga in ways that I would never expect or anticipated had me dying of excitement every week. It's tragic to see how horrible the circumstances were in making this show, but I very much appreciate all the hard work that the all the staff did in this season. They went above and beyond and I can't thank them enough

Also Fuck you, Manabu Otsuka

Rurouni Kenshin (2023) (6/10)

I never got a chance to watch the OG series growing up so I thought I would give this a shot. Kinda bored a lot though. I heard the next arc introduces a really great villain so I'll stick around for that.

Zom 100 - (7/10)

And the award for "Most Ironic Anime of the Year" goes tooooo....

[omoi-wa-carnaval]

her team was the first to sing in the theater's inauguration day 😭

[gayhawkelatehomicide]

Meet Miriani Lavellan, my first ever inquisition character (the replay version, because the real first one was on PS4 in 2014) and my first solasmancer. I romanced the egg on my totally blind first playthrough and was appropriately devastated. Here's a bit about her interacting with a normal person in Skyhold, which is the closest to a finished piece about her I have so far. The current title is "A Song in the Stillness" from Trials 1:3

"I have heard the sound

A song in the stillness,

The echo of Your voice,

Calling creation to wake from its slumber."

     The Inquisitor comes down to the holding cells under Skyhold sometimes. She always comes alone, without her intimidating retinue of friends, and without the fancy regalia that she's always in at formal events. Like that, she seems less like The Inquisitor, Herald of Andraste, leader of the armies of the faithful and chosen of the Maker, and more like a real person. She usually brings a snack to split with the guard on duty. More often than not, in the hours between dawn drills and the noon meal, that's Amara Voll. 

     A soldier from the area south of Tantervale, Amara joined the Tantervale guard to send money home and help her family's struggling farm break even. She'd worked every odd job the guard had to offer before settling in as an apprentice jailor. When the sky tore open and demons started falling out, she'd been sitting in a stockade watching two drunks sleep off the effects of their most recent stupidity and listening to an angry Dwarven merchant shout profanities from down the hall. Inquisition recruiters came through a few weeks later, offering better pay and a chance to do something about the state of the world. Letting an opportunity like that pass by would've been stupid. She'd survived Haven by the Maker's grace and her own bloody stubbornness, and found herself in Skyhold. The head jailor appointment came because no one else with any experience managed to make it all the way to their new fortress, and the Commander was making do with what he had. Amara figured it would be a short-term assignment, but no more-qualified replacement has materialized. So she spends most of her days down in the cells, reading books or practicing sword drills to pass the time.

     A lot of the luster of joining the Inquisition has worn off, and Amara's beginning to consider going home. It looks like they've got the ancient darkspawn magister on his back foot; she can go back to her parents without feeling like she's leaving something unfinished. Then the Inquisitor starts passing time in the prison. Not with her, of course. Amara isn't vain enough to think the Herald of Andraste has any interest in her, but there she is. At least three times a week. Offering to share an apple, or some cheese, or a blueberry tart. 

     Inquisitor Lavellan is polite, if distant, and mostly seems grateful to be out of everyone's line of sight. No one comes down here after her, though Amara doesn't know if that's because they have instructions not to or because they don't know where she is. Either way, there are no advisors or messengers or people with problems chasing the Inquisitor up and down the many, many stairs to the holding cells. Amara gets the impression that it's a rare respite in the Inquisitor's long days of deciding the fate of Thedas. 

     Enemies of the Inquisition are in relatively short supply, and they never stay for long. Lady Lavellan is a recruiting judge, when she can be. She's merciful. Some of the nobles don't like that—Amara overhears a couple of fancy-dressed courtiers discussing it in the garden once, where she's spending a few of her off duty hours. One of them says Mistress Poulin should've been dealt with more harshly. Amara just shakes her head at that. She doesn't hear all of the gossip around Skyhold, but even she knows that the poor woman was just trying to save her home. Nobody should go to prison or worse for that. Besides, Mistress Poulin spent most of the week she was in the cells reciting the Chant from memory, praying for forgiveness, and talking to Mother Giselle, so she can't be that bad. 

     Amara is a bit puzzled by how gentle the Inquisitor is with Servis, the Venatori commander of the enemy forces in the Western Approach, but it's beyond her pay grade. She's just glad there had been a templar on guard with her while he was under her watch. It would've been a bad look for such a high profile prisoner to get away, even though all he'd done the one (brief) time he did get out was steal Amara's coin purse. The nobles complain that he should've been locked up or executed, but Inquisitor Lavellan gives him a position as an informant and smuggler. One of the Nightingale's spies, who Amara sometimes passes time with in between assignments, tells her that Servis is being watched closer than a Merchants' Guild treasure vault, and that's good enough for her. The Inquisitor doesn't waste a potential agent, her reputation for mercy is proven to be well-earned, and the holding cells are empty again. 

     The general lack of occupants in the prison and the fact that the Inquisitor doesn't come with a trail of supplicants mean that she and Amara are usually alone when she comes to visit. The first several times, it doesn't result in conversation. The Inquisitor comes through, offers Amara a snack, and goes to sit in the crumbling back end of the prison, dangling her legs over the side and watching the waterfall rush past. The cliff edge makes Amara dizzy, and seeing the last great hope for peace in Thedas sit so close to it makes her quite nervous, so she stays at her post and doesn't watch. She should've guessed that the Inquisitor wouldn't be content with silent company forever, though. 

     "I realize I never asked your name, Sergeant." The Inquisitor is in the process of tearing a chunk of bread in half to split it with Amara when she makes this observation. 

     "Amara Voll, your worship." Amara stands a little straighter.

     Inquisitor Lavellan hums acknowledgement, wrapping the clean dishcloth she brought around her half of the loaf and handing the other half over. "Where are you from, Sergeant Voll?" 

     "Tantervale, worship. Well, near Tantervale. South, a bit." Amara takes her bread, but doesn't start to eat it yet. She's talking to the Inquisitor. She's plenty likely to make a fool of herself without adding the possibility of talking with her mouth full, thank you very much.

     "Lovely country up that way," the Inquisitor smiles, a certain unexpected wistfulness in her expression. "It's beautiful in the fall, particularly the wheat and barley fields when they're ready for harvest. I miss living where it's warm even in the later months, don't you?"

     Slightly taken aback, Amara speaks without thinking. "I didn't know you'd been there, your worship."

     The Inquisitor scrunches up her face and for a moment reminds Amara painfully of her youngest sister when presented with a vegetable. She realizes, looking at her, that the Inquisitor can't be more than twenty years old. "Please, don't call me that. I can take it once or twice, but three times is too many. I've never claimed to be holy or blessed."

     "Oh, I'm so sorry, your-" Amara cuts herself off awkwardly. "Uhm. What should I call you then, Inquisitor?" 

     "You could use my name," she suggests. The teasing warmth in her tone takes the sting out of the words. The more she talks, the more she reminds Amara of her little sister. Now that she thinks about it, Lilly's nineteenth birthday must be next spring.

     "I don't think the Lady Ambassador would be pleased to hear me do that, my lady," Amara replies cautiously. 

     The Inquisitor rolls her eyes. "Josie cares too much about formality. Call me Miriani, please. I hear my name so rarely, these days."

     "Yes ser…"

     The Herald of Andraste crosses the room to sit in one of the other small wooden chairs that are scattered about for the use of the prison's guards and their guests. She pulls off a bite of bread with her teeth and munches on it, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the flavor. "Oh, this is fantastic. The cook's new assistant has really outdone himself. I'll have to see that someone confiscates Cook's switches before she does anything to make him want to leave."

     Amara eyes the bread in her own hand. She should probably wait, but… The Inquisitor makes another delighted sound in the back of her throat as she takes her next bite. It would probably be rude to let the bread get cold. Certainly. Very rude. She tears off a bite-sized chunk with her fingers and pops it in her mouth. Warm, buttery goodness bursts over her tongue and she understands the Inquisitor's reaction. The texture is excellent—soft, with just enough crisp in the crust to crunch when you bite it—and the flavor is perfect. It sends Amara back to festival days when her whole family would pile into their farm cart and ride up the road to the nearest village, where they could get bread from a real bakery instead of their mother's rather underwhelming stone oven. 

     They share a brief, companionable silence while they both give the bread their full attention, as it deserves.

     "So, Sergeant Voll from near-Tantervale," the Inquisitor opens eventually, "what brings you so far south?"

     "I joined up before Haven, your w- uh." Amara stumbles, because of course she does. Well, she didn't get this far without learning how to carry on despite awkwardness. "I got recruited in the early days. One of Lord Varric's initiatives in the Free Marches, I think."

     "Oh, I remember those," she smiles into the middle distance, tilting her chair back on two legs and balancing there. "Join the Inquisition for wealth, glory, and a chance to strike back at the sky!" she quotes melodramatically. "I never liked those posters. Did you ever see the ones Varric had printed with me on them?"

     The memory brings an involuntary grin to Amara's lips. "Yeah. They had you all glowing and righteous, with a big Inquisition symbol behind you, and sometimes a raven, right?"

     The Inquisitor groans. "They were terrible. I asked Varric to burn them. Of course, he thought that was hilarious, and Sera started sketching even worse ones. I think she's still got a stack hidden somewhere, waiting to ambush me with them." 

     Amara snorts. "I did run across one pinned to the door of the Singing Maiden. I hope for your sake it wasn't, er. Accurate." 

     "Oh Creators," the Inquisitor hides her face with her free hand. "I thought I took that down before anybody saw it. I told Sera no more art of me with my pants down, for all the good it did me. She reminds me of my cousins—causing problems then getting out of the consequences by being too cute to stay mad at."

     "My youngest brothers are like that," Amara commiserates. "Twins. Too smart for their own good and always up to something."

     "How old are they?" She inquires warmly. 

     "They'll be turning… Maker, must be twelve this summer." 

     "That's such a good year," Miriani smiles. "Three of my clanmates turned twelve a season or so before I left. It was like watching them turn into people in front of my eyes."

     "Yes!" Amara sits up straight in her chair to fix the Inquisitor with a startled look. "That's exactly the feeling. Like before they were echoing everything around them and all of a sudden they've got their own opinions."

     "And they're always such opinions!" she laughs. "I remember that was the year I decided we shouldn't have Keepers anymore. I suppose for a human child that would be like… trying to convince everyone that there shouldn't be chantry mothers, or schoolteachers."

      This draws another undignified snort from Amara. "Oh yes. I think my crusade was against eating meat from animals we'd named, but I remember that phase. Strange to think it happens to the Dalish as well."

     "Why strange?" Miriani takes another bite from the end of her bread and cocks her head, looking curiously at Amara in a motion oddly reminiscent of a bird. 

     "Well… I don't know," Amara hedges, unwilling to give voice to what she now realizes is a less-than-thoughtful preconception. She fumbles something else out in a hurry. "The Dalish we talked to were always so… closed off," she manages not to say "hostile," at least. 

     Miriani hums, considering Amara's words as though it hadn't taken her three minutes of mumbling to produce them. "I suppose we must seem that way, to humans. Do you know, my clan was chased out of a piece of woodland around Pasanan—that's a modest town just east of Ostwick—one year because a farmer saw one of the hunters near his barn, and a week later one of his cattle fell ill? He claimed our hunter must've put something in the feed. Why he would've done such a thing was never discussed, but the villagers came after us with torches and pitchforks."

     Amara frowns. "That's awful!"

     "Yes," Miriani agrees peaceably. "Another time, there'd been a bad harvest the season before we arrived in the area around Serrault. We didn't even camp for three days before the local humans were after us, hurling accusations of Dalish curses until we fled into the Tirashan. There's a varterral that lives on the edge of those woods, and Keeper Istimaethoriel woke it to defend us. If it hadn't driven them off, I truly believe they would've chased us till either we were all dead or they were. As it was, they killed three halla and six of our warriors."

     "I.. I don't know what to say," Amara confesses, appalled. "I'm so sorry."

     Miri waves her off with one hand, a bitter little smile on her face. Her eyes are hard and distant. "It's nothing you did. I'm sure there were perfectly reasonable people back in that village who knew we couldn't have had anything to do with the harvest, and who would've stopped their stupid neighbors if they could. I've long since outgrown holding a grudge against all humans for such things. Being angry at you for what they did would be as useless as them being mad at us over a drought. My point is that the Dalish have a great deal to lose by showing ourselves to be anything but perfect, harmless travelers. It's likely that anyone you spoke with was their clan's best negotiator. You wouldn't know us."

     "I want to," Amara blurts. She immediately bites her tongue. Insensitive, insubordinate, foolish…

     The Inquisitor's smile warms, however. Her fade-green eyes search Amara's face for a moment, and apparently find whatever they're looking for. She nods slightly. "I think I'd like that. It would be nice to talk about my people, if you want to learn. All my friends up there," she tilts her chin towards the stairs, "are either too busy or too caught up in their own troubles. I'd appreciate having…" and here Miriani hesitates. 

     "Well," her smile becomes a shade more self-deprecating, "a normal friend, I suppose. Someone who isn't…"

     "Someone?" Amara finishes, her own awkwardness soothed by the Inquisitor's. 

     "Yes," Miri agrees, relieved. "Sera would say 'someone little', but I wasn't sure how that would go over. But yes. If you'd like."

     "I would, your worship," Amara smiles back. This time, the title is teasing. Just a bit.

     Miri groans. "Please don't start with that again! I came down here to get away from all the stupid ceremony."

     Amara can't help it. She laughs. After a second, the Inquisitor joins her. Her laugh sounds rusty, a little unused, but Amara likes it. Despite the yawning gap between their ranks, despite the different races and the staggeringly disparate upbringings, maybe they can truly be friends. It's a pleasant thought.

[gayhawkelatehomicide]

Ok now the more annoying update, this time with picrews (bc art is hard and digital art is worse) and posted to my writing blog!

Aridhel Mahariel Sabrae, my first warden (modern au'd because finding period accurate clothing is more work than I care to do) and chronic zevmancer. The piece I'm writing about her backstory is called Strong Enough to Carry It, in which I put her (and the whole clan really) through the wringer to explain why she's Like That.

The boy himself, Ian Hawke! He will throw fire at people who bring up the "Leonard" thing, but only Fenris and Varric know it. And Lady Elegant, but that's because Carver is a little shit. Local mage boy starts out hoping to make life better in his new city and winds up becoming the kind of dude who thinks it's okay for HIM and a couple of his friends to do illegal magic outside the circle, but if anyone else does it it's off to the Templars. It's... Complicated.

And finally, Miriani! Softest babygirl, my first Inquisitor. She's so far out of her depth, but she's a very talented archer and wants to protect people. That part she knows.

I don't think the three of them are ever in the same room, if only because Ari fucks off to the Western Approach to figure out how to get herself and her shem baby brother un-tainted. Ari is Miri's aunt, though.

It's about the forced complicity for me; it's the becoming the things you hate and fear

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[imasallstars]

R+ 【MiriAni Selection】

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[relevantperson]

Miriani Pastoriza es la primera mujer en recibir un doctorado en astronomía en Argentina. Su trabajo sobre galaxias con núcleos peculiares y su dedicación a fomentar la participación de mujeres en la ciencia han dejado un legado duradero. Un ejemplo de perseverancia y excelencia en el campo científico.

[ifanclover]

i haven’t watched the first episode yet

but miriani wooooo!!!!!!!!!

[renah]

SHIZUKA NO

[freyjaofthenorth]

Finally.... MiriAni Hibiki...

[happypuppypuppy]

🇬🇪 Team Georgia: Miriani Maisuradze, 92kg & 24yo.

[omoi-wa-carnaval]

some great Elenas in the lastest miriani episode

[detroitlib]

View of time capsule being lowered into cornerstone for Detroit Public Library addition. Library director Ralph Ulveling, Library commissioner Mildred Jeffrey and Detroit mayor Louis C. Miriani stand nearby. Label on back: "Left to right: Library Commissioner Mrs. Mildred M. Jeffrey; Library director Ralph A. Ulveling, Mayor Louis C. Miriani." Handwritten on back: "5-17-1960."

Courtesy of the Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[gaychocolatehomicide]

In light of the post I rebloged immediately before this one, HERE ↑ is my massive list of dragon age OCs, and HERE ↓ is my as-of-yet modest list of baldur's gate OCs.

I will warn you that I haven't finished a bg3 run yet and so I can't speak to what these guys did/would do in any situation much past leaving that first valley. Went to grymforge, then went after the creche bc the only run I've gotten that far with was my Lae'zel romancer.

Once again, a readmore is here so that it doesn't take up the whole dash forever

Nethxori Juwl - tiefling sorcerer, entertainer background, romances Astarion, so so sweet and charismatic but it's a defense mechanism, nasty sense of humor under there, very protective older sister found family energy, focused on not dying, makes many bad choices re: eating tadpoles and taking power offered to her for much the same reason Astarion wants to. "The wounded want power. They think it will keep them from being hurt again."

Valentina "Val" Silvercrumb - gnome rogue, urchin background, romances Karlach, tiny and stabby ice gf + large slashy fire gf more at 7, long rough life prior to this point, generally good natured but terrible at trusting people, does NOT suffer fools, lonely bitch finds community in the weirdest possible place. "Don't call me Tina. Or Tiny. Yeah, Karlach gets to do it because Karlach regularly gives me world-shattering orgasms. Do you do that? No? No stupid nickname."

Ylena ??? - wood elf ranger durge, romances Lae'zel, trying to resist the urge, so so bad with people, always empathetic (tho before the tadpole incident it mostly got expressed as an excessive interest in asking her victims "how does that make you feel?") and often considered defective for it, only notices that she's being weird and off-putting when people point it out to her, doesn't get most jokes, terse but only bc she's making such an effort not to say some weird out of pocket shit. "

Yasuke - this is a placeholder for my eventual paladin wyll romancer who doesn't have a personality yet but is forthcoming

Updated Protagonist List

I'm going to add images to this, so it's going beneath a readmore for length reasons

Wardens

Aridhel Mahariel - bow rogue, romanced Zevran, straightforward dalish who neither understands nor cares about shemlen (or durgenlen) politics, blood magic is probably fine as long as you use it responsibly, anxious and blunt. "Let's focus on stopping the world-ending plague of darkspawn first, and worry about the rest of this bullshit later, hm?"

Saffron Cousland - sword and shield warrior, romanced Alistair, noble in every sense of the word but cheerful and friendly, Queen of Ferelden, Arlessa of Amaranthine (and Highever), killed Rendon Howe with her father's sword, fixated on duty. "Because it's the right thing to do."

Theodore Amell - arcane warrior mage, romanced Morrigan, bastardization arc powered by Morrigan whispering bad ideas in his ear, loves his terrible witch girlfriend, blood magic is fine and the chantry is oppressive, ambitious. "I am no longer baby, now I want power."

Renan Tabris - dagger rogue, romanced Leliana, exactly zero patience for shem politics, raised Andrastian (derogatory), canonically kind of a bitch, evil sense of humor, loves her stupid new shem baby brother, harden everyone, distrustful. "Like dogs, Shianni."

Valda Aeducan - two handed warrior, romanced Leliana, honorable and serious, trusts no one, girl raised in harsh political nonsense learns to trust her found family and forgive her bio family while unlearning bad lessons simulator, sneaky/quiet sense of humor, intense loyalty to her people, values tradition but values compassion more, genuinely regrets what happened with Trian. "For the honor of my house, though I myself have neither house nor honor."

Emmaera Surana - blood mage spirit healer, romanced Alistair, fey and strange, sweet but a little out of it, she and Merrill would get along so well because they both just say what they mean, falls for Ali like a ton of bricks after trusting him exactly 0% at first, has a council of spirits that advise her, definitely more than a little possessed, Templars aggro on sight, besties with Morrigan. "The Chantry won't tell you anything useful about the Fade, but I could. If you want."

Ashaterylen Mahariel - champion fighter, loves Morrigan but it's complicated, aggressive and no-nonsense, adopts Alistair as her comic relief to fill Tamlen's shoes, Not Okay™ but doing a good job regardless, my only warden who straight up dies, but we still get Kieran because magic, rather laconic, probably my most heavily headcanoned origins character. "Duty trumps sentiment. Every time."

Hawkes

Iris Hawke - knife rogue, romanced Anders, diplomatic but also way too intense for her own good, loves mages so much, circle mage Bethany, will do anything to protect what's left of her family, noble impulses but awful sense of humor, fanatic, very angry underneath her shell of politeness, diplomacy as a tool. "Why don't we try asking the Arishok nicely?"

Ian Hawke - elemental mage, romanced Fenris, sarcastic, sided with the templars because magic is an essential part of him but it's brought nothing but grief to him and his family, templar Carver, quip for every situation, never loses his positive outlook for long, self-loathing but doing his best not to make that everyone's problem. "Dad did WHAT for the Wardens? Why am I not surprised."

Kiera Hawke - two-handed warrior, romanced Isabella, sarcastic → aggressive, sad bastard warrior Hawke, everyone who gets close to her dies, Bethany dies, good attitude wrecked by the wear and tear of life, loves her buddies who are also terrible, angry and broken. "You tell me where Bartrand is, I'll help you wring his fucking neck"

Alice Hawke - knife rogue, romanced Merrill, circle mage Bethany, p much pure diplomatic, diplomacy as a way of life, mom friend central, no one is irredeemable, far too trusting, kind of a busybody, always thinks she knows best. "Clean your blades, watch your purse strings, don't be a dick."

Delilah Hawke - entropy mage, in love with Varric, pure sarcasm, sends Carver to the wardens, adores her stupid chaotic bisexual family, beat down by this world but stubbornly clinging to joy, flat refuses to talk about her problems. "Where would I be without my trusty dwarf?"

Quinn Hawke - blood mage, romances Anders, red from the beginning, low-key an asshole but also high-key he just doesn't know how to communicate, oldest sibling syndrome turned up to 11, inspired by Harker Zevsurana's Kier, fuck you mage rights. "Well, shit."

Andy Hawke - force mage, romances Anders and Fenris (it's complicated), strong purple laugh-or-cry type, so many canon alterations but the twins both live, grows a lot over the course of the campaign, big fuck the chantry, uses their staff as a polearm bc they're not great at magic, easily my most headcanoned Hawke. "Have any of you guys considered having a normal reaction to anything? Ever? Didn't think so."

Inquisitors

Miriani Lavellan - assassin bow rogue, romanced Solas, confused hardass Dalish girl doing her very best to navigate suddenly being in charge of all of this stuff, cares so much about everyone all the time, terrified but resigned to her responsibilities, self-sacrificing, sense of humor buried under all that sincerity. "I am the Inquisitor, through no virtue of my own. Vir suledin nadas."

Asher Adaar - two-handed warrior, romanced Sera/nobody (bc I meant to romance Sera but didn't know the right dialogue options so I kept waiting for it to pan out and it just sorta didn't), blunt and direct Tal-Vashoth mercenary who gets persuaded that maybe she actually is the herald of andraste, but honestly just wants to handle the things with as little religious and/or political nonsense as possible, blunt and violent. "We save Thedas TWICE, my hand wants to kill me, we save the exalted council specifically, and this is what we get?"

Stephan Trevelyan - rift mage, romanced Cassandra, a good sweet Andrastian boy, true prophet who has a meltdown when he finds out about Solas, best friends with Dorian, keeps the inquisition and wants to really save the world, a genuine idealist, stubborn AF. "Faith is a choice. The Maker set these events in motion so long ago we can no longer see His hand in them."

Samahl Lavellan - tempest knife rogue, romances Dorian, cheerful, sarcastic, and overwhelmed, insanely competent but good at hiding it, terrible little bastard, hates responsibilities, laughs in the face of danger (and Cassandra), keeps insisting he's not the Herald, kinda lazy. "I guess I'm learning now, aren't I, Mother?"

Riska Cadash - artificer knife rogue, romances Sera, direct and sometimes brutal but ultimately caring, criminal upbringing noble fashion sense, besties with Blackwall, andrastian and confused, consistently astonished by how easy it is to get things when you're the most important person in the world, one of my younger inquisitors but she doesn't act like it very often, really only when she's with Sera. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Dahlia Trevelyan - mortalitasi lightning mage, romances Blackwall, cheerfully irreverent young noblewoman flexing the edges of what she's allowed in this new role, filled with chaos and violence and entitlement. Fully does not believe in the Maker. Classically beautiful but with blue-gold eyes that go past "striking" into "genuinely unsettling" and, she caught some shrapnel from a spell gone wrong with her face a few years back so she's got distinctive scars. "Hey, look, at least dragons are real."

The Trio (all of whom have individual playthroughs but also come as a set)

Isene Lavellan - fire/rift mage, romances Iron Bull, primarily jokes and asks questions, basically a horrible mix of Miriani and Samahl. Sweet and a bit of a brat but ultimately up to the challenge. A disaster at the winter palace. Her general response to her workload getting heavier is to adjust the straps that hold the world on her back and carry on with a smile. "Bull, remind me why I accepted this job? Oh, right."

Harea Lavellan - knight enchanter and ice mage, romances Cullen, open minded and sweet, a bit naive but genuinely wants to make the world better, distressed by the mark and the everything but willing to bear it to keep others from suffering. Self sacrifice is a big theme here. Just a little (read: protected like Wynne) possessed by the actual spirit (of Wrath) who was attendant upon andraste, so she is quite literally the Herald. "No one is irredeemable!"

Rogelan Lavellan - sword and shield warrior, romances Josephine, kind of a hard-ass but willing to be romantic, would rather talk than fight but won't give up his ideals, careful and deliberate in everything he does but bold when he's made a decision. Stoic and pithy, but can be eloquent if he needs to. Understands shem bullshit better than most, because he's the kind of guy who studies the things that scare him. "Tell me how to help."

Continuities

Primary "Cannon" Continuity - Aridhel, Ian (or Iris), and Miriani - Protector, Catalyst, Survivor

Strong code of honor - Saffron, Iris, and Asher - Shield, Dagger, Sword

Fucked Up Andrastians - Theodore, Kiera, Stephan - Ambition, Sorrow, Faith

Terrible Senses of Humor - Renan, Alice, Samahl - Vengeance, Kindness, Laughter

Wrongest Choices - King, Viscount, Divine (I haven't actually made this playthrough but is a male rogue cousland, probably a guy Hawke as well and obviously not a mage but idk what class, and fem warrior Trevelyan)

Dwarf Run - Valda, Delilah, and Riska - Honor, Love, Trust

Definitely Not Possessed - Emmaera, Quinn, and Harea - Council, Temptation, Authority

Three Inkies - Ashaterylen, Andy, Rogelan/Harea/Isene - Sacrifice, Victory, Vigilance

[gaychocolatehomicide]

I love how different Lavellan players who get super into the roleplay aspect of Inquisition explain the conflicts between the limited options for things you can say and the limitless possibilities of headcanons. Like I've seen people go "my Lavellan trusts nobody and is lying out their ass the entire time" and I've seen "I guess I'll use canon dialogue as guidelines" and I've seen "I'm rewriting the entire goddamn game, see if I don't."

My Lavellans' strategies are as follows:

- Miriani - canon is guidelines, I'll fill in the gaps with my own conjectures and justify how she always seems to be talking about other people's problems as a chronic resistance to asking for help.

- Samahl - has never told the truth once in his life, and is probably the most flippant person in any room, which is saying something because he's dating Dorian.

- Rogelan - generally a closed-mouthed guy, complicated backstory hidden behind his tendency to deflect, and occasionally he just tells people that something is none of their business.

- Isene - I'm rewriting most of her dialogue NGL, the offered answers aren't unhinged enough and besides, Ise is a distrustful bitch who is more likely to light you on fire than to confide in you.

- Harea - I'm rewriting entire fucking scenes and plot points in order to make the stuff I decided about her be true, literally I have a document full of scenes I'm going to rework so that she can be in them the way I want her to.

These are also chronological in order of when I made them, so I'm sure nobody can draw conclusions about how I feel about the plot of the game based on the increasing divergence and obvious frustration as time goes on lmao