#muse: ellana

[savingthrcw]

@solstice-muse-collective liked this for Ellana x Lysander

She had given a speech. A well received speech. She, Ellana Lavellan, former nightmare of her clan, had managed to come up with encouraging spontaneous words to say to the people of Skyhold - after recovering from the worst part of her near death from hypothermia, which she had caused by attempting to sacrifice herself. Frankly, Ellana couldn't recognize herself in any of it, but it was working and so she had to keep going that way.

But now she was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and had to sit down on her way up the stairs to catch her breath, hoping none of her advisors would walk by then and worry. Or worse, scold her for not resting enough.

[savingthrcw]

The poor woman looked so relieved, and it truly didn't help Ellana in her attempt to squash her strong emotions. She hadn't been part of a slaughter, she hadn't been in a Circle, but she knew what it was like to be hunted, she had the tattoo burned on her face as a reminder of it. And being a mage hadn't been a point in her favor, if not for her aunt coming to save her at the last moment, to take her home, for all she knew Tranquility would have come next.

But Eloise did not have such protection, there had been no last second rescue for her. "Just Ellana, no ma'am, no Inquisitor," she reminded her softly, in the same patient tone that sometimes came when Cullen was in pain, or when Leliana felt lost. Truly, in moments like those, she knew she had the same responsibility as her aunt to make people feel like they belonged, like they were safe.

"I understand... a little, what it's like to be hated. I had a... difficult... upbringing and I refuse to have my Vallaslin, my tattoo. This is no decoration chosen by me," she pointed at the tattoo, "City men branded me in a moment of... enthusiasm against elves and mages alike. I made it look more traditional later. It's obviously not the same as whar you told me, but in a smaller capacity it reminds me every day that hate can bring people to do the unthinkable. Which is why I want Skyhold to be different. That sort of prejudice will not be tolerated here. As long as no one is being endangered, everyone is free to stay. Elf, mage, qunari... believer in Andraste or not. Cullen is in charge of the Templars and we never had any issue, but if anyone ever misstep, either tell me or him, and it will be taken care of."

Eloise looked to her hands. They were cold chapped and still red, despite how she had been holding the cup. Retelling the events that brought her here had been difficult. The sound that had left her lungs when she witnessed her best friend in the circle being cut down, an unsuspecting victim. They hadn't even made it past the front gates of the tower when she was ripped from Malcolm's arms. But he fought with all that he had, freed her from harm, only to be struck down in front of her. That was the first time she had ever thought to use techniques long deemed taboo. But her heart was stolen from her chest that day. The only thing she had to remember him by was the ring on a chain around her neck.

Eloise was so lost in thought, that when the Inquisitor spoke, it startled her slightly. Blue eyes flickered up, finding her features as she began to explain what would happen should she stay. A soft breath leaves her lungs, thankful to hear that she wasn't going to be forced to do anything. It was comforting knowing all this information. Quietly, the girl found her small satchel from the ground and pulled out the small glass bottle that was filled with her essence within. Setting it delicately on the table between them, Eloise nodded her head in agreement. "This plan works, ma'am." Her voice is softer as she slides it over and then sits up a little more straight.

"As I've said...I'll go anywhere, do whatever it is you require. Should you want me in your forwards camps, that's where I will go. If it is here you wish of me to make potions and tend to the wounded, I can." She pulls the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders, nodding her head slightly in thanks once more. "Thank you, Inquisitor...I know it sounds cliche but...this is a gift you're giving me, and I thank you. Very much."

[stellsaria]

@starwrittenfates sent in ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ (from Ellana to Adam)

Adam shot his prize winning grin at her thanks. "But of course, I could never let someone so attractive take a hit if I can help it. Even more so for our valiant leader." He said with a wink, it seemed he was as shameless a flirt as ever.

[starzfield]

Three new muses !

(Some are still a bit of a WIP)

ANGEL

ELF

WITCH

[fadedreamed]

TAG DUMP — ELLANA.

[ellana-lavellan-rp]

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  - from Lyria

"... No, I'm afraid not." Ellana blinked, peering at the maiden from Skyhold's infirmary. "Did I hit my head?" She lifted a hand to the bandage atop her temple, sighing, "I suppose that answers that. Are my other companions alright, Healer...?"

[adeadlysong]

Tahirah eagerly nodded the moment Ellana inquired about pie, eyes brightening at the prospect of giving her her first pie.

"Yes, pie is similar to cobbler - baked in an oven and very tasty~" A giggle left her after. "Alright, I'll just have to find enough wildberries so I can bake that pie for you so you can try it! Good food warms the soul, and everyone's souls can use some more warming."

She was quiet as she felt the breeze blowing around her, and she looked around - watching for a sighting of wildberries in the bushes - the obviously edible and safe-to-eat ones, of course. She always enjoyed baking for others and did it regularly.

Most people she met preferred that to being bombarded by her spontaneous musical numbers.

A soft smile came across her face as she looked toward Ellana again. "Would you aspire to do something like live in the woods more permanently, in the future? You seem like you have a great affinity for nature...and you seem most at peace here."

@adeadlysong continued from HERE!

Ellana blinked with confusion at the word 'pie', not quite understanding what it was. However, as Tahirah talked about adding edible wildberries to it, perhaps it was something similar she would know from her own people. "Would a pie be like a forest fruit cobbler? Either way, I wouldn't mind trying it."

She turns her attention back to the beauty of the nature around them, taking in a breath and letting it out. Despite all her responsibilities with the Inquisition, a part of her can't help but miss this--it felt like home. "Nothing beats the feeling of the breeze blowing through your hair. While I've started to become accustomed to places like Skyhold, I'd much rather prefer nature itself."

[acanthawrites]

How to jilt a rake Chapter 10

AstarionxTav

Featuring: Gale, Lae'zel, Karlach, Wyll and Shadowheart

Rating: Mature

Genre: Angst, eventual smut, teasing, comedy, romantic comdey, shameless smut, emotional conflict, fluff

Excerpt:

“Did you see the Owlbear cub?” She exclaimed excitedly, Scratch was now sitting on one of her feet, his heavy body weight slumped against her knees as he gazed up at her lovingly.

“You mean that large fluffy snack you keep trying to lure back here? Briefly.”

“He’s not a snack.” Ellana said scratching the dog��s ears absent-mindedly, “He’s an orphan, thanks to those goblins.”

Astarion rolled his eyes, not knowing whether to be annoyed with her or greatly amused. “You heard the thing; its mother ate its sibling because she didn’t like it. Besides it’ll get bigger and that means its stomach will get bigger too.”

“I’ve always wanted to turn into an Owlbear.” Ellana said, more to herself and Scratch than to Astarion, it was clear she wasn’t paying him the slightest bit of notice. 

“Hmm, not sure I’d enjoy lying with an Owlbear.” The high Elf mused, watching as Ellana all but ignored him to plant a loving kiss on Scratch’s head.

Astarion was seized by the desire to put his arms around her and make her look at him until she too kissed him, but he was interrupted by Wyll and Karlach cheerfully joining them and asking questions about breakfast.

[shift-shaping]

What are your top ten video games?

Tagged by: @ellana-lavellan-rp (thank you :D)

Tagging: @veshialles @keturagh (pick which ones are least bad ig) @mallk-z @dreadfutures @redinkofshame @inner-muse @skiitter @storm-of-feathers @dreadwxlf @drakonovisny @little-lightning-lavellan @kirstinetheartist @first-flower-of-my-house @sugarspunquill @disasterdrvid and anyone else that wants to!

I am going to enforce a rule on myself of only one game per series. In no particular order, and based on how I am right now currently feeling:

1. Pokemon Insurgence - Cringy, edgy, and over-the-top in the best way while also delivering a challenging and genuinely very fun experience. I love the canon Pokemon games, but a good fangame can really bring out the best of the series while catering to longtime fans and Insurgence does just that. My Insurgence team is still the one I remember best out of all of my Pokemon teams. Cannot recommend enough if you can handle a little "i'm twelve and this is deep" writing. It's ridiculously fun.

2. Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles - Everything about this game is beautiful and haunting and it fundamentally changed me as a person. The world it creates is one of profound isolation while the characters and themes emphasize the importance of connection and hope. Everything I have ever written carries some of its DNA. It is also a kind of boring hack n' slash dungeon crawler with a lackluster remake and a really annoying difficulty curve in the endgame. i never successfully played it in multiplayer as intended because i did not have any friends. It also made me bisexual.

3. Hades - Extremely fun and challenging with fabulously tactile and energetic gameplay. If you have not played Hades, you really should. Also Megaera is there. 4. Stardew Valley - everything you could want in a farming sim, especially with its excellent mod support. My only issue is: where does everyone poop?? 5. Skyrim - Obviously. if you think skyrim is bad you are kidding yourself. skyrim is the most video game of all time.

6. Dragon Age Inquisition - even more obviously. The apex of the series, though it is far from perfect, especially in its pacing/story construction. Still, Origins has its pacing issues too, and Inquisition has much better/more fun gameplay. I will not argue on this. Block me if you disagree i guess. Bad hair though. 7. Subnautica - Stunningly beautiful and terrifying, even on the goddamn Switch where it barely runs. I put so many hours into it on creative mode that I broke my save and had to send it to the devs to fix. They never did get back to me... 8. Disco Elysium - hnnnnngggggghhhhnggggn it's so good you guys it's sooo good it's so fucking good guys it's soo gooooood

9. Fire Emblem Three Houses - i love these stupid anime kids so much. i love big titty byleth. this game is so bad. i think about it daily. do not play this game 10. Animal Crossing New Horizons - just a lovely little game. being able to customize your entire island is A++++, enough so that i'm willing to forgive how many features it is straight up missing and how bland the dialogue gets.

Honorable mention: Wingspan - BIRDS AAAAAAAAAAAA

[savingthrcw]

starter call for Ellana Lavellan! Check wanted interactions first (specify your muse if you are a multi)

[dreadwxlf]

@ellana-lavellan-rp sent: does your muse feel motivated by recognition and praise?

~{Solas is very much used to his work going unrecognized or even being vilified, so praise is very much not a motivation for him. However, after everything he's been through, he would appreciation some recognition now and again.}~

[logarithmicpanda]

@smalltownfae tagged me, thanks :D

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the ��right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

The Name of the Wind by Pat Rothfuss

Ellana by Pierre Bottero

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie

Jade City by Fonda Lee

The Hourglass Throne by K.D. Edwards

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

The Scapegracers by H. A. Clarke

Tagging @bookcub @howlsmovinglibrary @blueberreads @bibliophilicwitch @bibliophilecats @ninja-muse @drawnecromancy @psychofullmoonwerewolf @nerdishfeels if you feel like doing it!

[smiletimeisrunningout]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S):

here on smiletimeisrunningout but also previous blogs:

Emma since before 2012. Though she kinda counts like more than one muse considering she has several main universes and then adaptations to other shows lol

on my multi savingthrcw but they are all either severely canon divergent or even alternate universe versions or ocs, with only a few exceptions:

Sarah Walker (Chuck) (closest to canon)

Jenny II (Doctor Who)

Stella (oc)

Terra from (ff6)

AU Jemma Simmons (Agents of SHIELD)

Kate Austen (Lost)

Ana Lucia Cortez (Lost)

the Book and Tvshow versions of Alina Starkov (Grishaverse) (may sorta be put on hiatus soon because I didn't write them as soon as I added them and I feel I'm forgetting how I meant to write them lol)

Ellie Bartowski (Chuck) (like Sarah she's close to canon but has canon divergent verses)

Alex McHugh (Chuck) (like Ellie)

Solona Amell (DAO) modded player's character

Neria Surana (DAO), player's character

Lily Tabris (DAO) same as Neria

Ellana Lavellan (DAI) player's character

Lex (BG3) player's character

Tauriel (The Hobbit)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Bad Wolfed version

Emma Swan but nearly closed (OUAT)

Clarke Griffin (The 100)

WANT TO WRITE:

(But will not write for sure because I don't have a grasp of 'historical' English language and I could never write the correct dialogue for them, and I'm not going to butcher canon characters making them speak in an unjustified modern way)

Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton)

Young Queen Charlotte (from Bridgerton universe)

Mary Woodhull (Turn WS)

Yennefer (The Witcher)

(But I will not write because I don't think I can channel them properly)

Inej Ghafa (Shadow and Bone tvshow)

Parker (Leverage)

Claire Littleton (Lost)

Daisy Johnson (AoS)

(And I might write)

ocs I'm picturing in my head

HAVE WRITTEN:

Bucky Barnes (MCU) around 2012 when characterization didn't really matter and we were tremendously ooc but having fun

Ruby and Belle from OUAT, same as Bucky

Maria Hill/Robin Scherbatski as mentioned above

oc inspired by Lara Croft

other versions of canon Emma Swan (OUAT)

Snow White and her mother Eva (OUAT)

Elizabeth Swann (POTC)

canon Jemma Simmons and more canon divergent versions with their own (surprisingly long lived) blogs

Britta Perry (Community)

Lily Evans (HP)

more that I have forgotten

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

my oc Ada

tagged by: @honorhearted and @pagetreader tagging: @retrograderesemblance @writtenxbeginnings @annastrxng @hqlfbloods @trcstme @serpcntes @gccdstories @forthewinn and anyone who wants to jump in!

[ar-lath-ma-cully]

HmmmMMMMMM solavellan PAIRHAPS for [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand.

And welcome Cully! Happy Friday!

I think we were all probably expecting something cute. Aaaaand that's now what we got lmfao Thank you for the prompt @rosella-writes <3 <3 <3 <3 For those who don't know--Ellana and Amaryllis gave each other tattoos on the inside of their left biceps... hehe For @dadrunkwriting Rating: T WC: 346 - Things had changed, Ellana knew. She had felt it in the way he had looked at her after she had chosen to drink from the well. How he had looked at her when he had admitted she had given him hope. How he had looked at her inside the Wyvern cave. 

She had become restless. There had been desperation in the nervous rolling of her stomach. She had found herself speechless in the wake of his admission, in what he was offering her. In how his lips had twisted, wistful. Ellana had searched his gaze for an answer, wanting–hoping–that this decision would not be hers. That Solas would tell her what she should do. She hadn’t wanted to believe that this–that any part of her life–could have been a lie. That the image of her father’s face would now forever be marred by the knowledge that he had died bearing the markings of a slave. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t.

She remembered crying. She remembered steeling herself, giving him her answer. Closing her eyes. The feel of his lips against the back of her marked hand, petal-soft; the brush of warmth as he exhaled against her skin. “You are free.”

She remembered opening her tearful eyes. Meeting his tender gaze. The way they had both leaned in–things had changed. There had been desperation in the rolling of her stomach. Her fingers had trembled where they were twisted in the front of his shirt. She wouldn’t let go. Not yet. 

Most of all, she remembered the way he had pulled back, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, his gaze distant; the way he had gently pried her hands from his tunic while she scrambled for purchase, already pleading–

“It will never happen again.”

Ellana looked into the mirror above her wash basin and touched the skin below her eyes. 

Her naked face felt no different.

She pulled her tunic over her head. Stared at her heaving chest briefly, lifted her left arm, and prayed, for just a moment, that this hadn’t changed. 

But it was gone.

[ravusnightblossom]

@ellana-lavellan-rp sent:  ⑁

Send ⑁ to sit on my muse’s lap

There was a very specific handful of things that could shake Ravus out of his usual comfort zone of introverted silent stoicness. His ability to be shocked had been refined and hardened over the years and little could pull such undignified reactions from him. What was on that small list was the sudden invasion on his personal space. Especially when it involved someone settling right on his lap!

The templar tensed and froze, mismatched eyes widening. "What..." His jaw dropped, taken aback as he stared at the woman now seated on him. What was he supposed to do? Was she intoxicated? Or perhaps she was merely trying to pull a reaction from him?

"Can I help you?" He asked, brow furrowing with obvious confusion on his face as he cleared his throat. "I suspect you... um... may be lost."

[bruiisedpetals-a]

      TRIAL MUSES ; IRONBORN COUSINS.

PLEASE LEAVE A LIKE / REPLY IF YOU’D LIKE TO POTENTIALLY INTERACT WITH EITHER OR BOTH OF THESE MUSES.

𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦 , sometimes called ‘ narra ’ also known as ‘ lady bone-hand ’ & ‘ the salt death ’ — she is the secondborn of house drumm , the lords of the isle of old wyk.      she is named after high king regnar drumm , who was known as ‘ raven-feeder ’ & was the fourth high king of the iron islands. considered touched by the drowned god after regnarra threw herself to the waves in a contest of faith , drowned , and then was revived with the kiss of life , thrice.

𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐲𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 , a lord of house goodbrother of shatterstone upon old wyk , and captain of the longship the bloody wanderer in the iron fleet.  known as ‘ the sea wolf ’ due to his famed ferocity in raiding and reaving ; a staunch believer in the old way & iron price , devoted to the drowned god.   wulffryd is renowned amongst the ironborn for (first raiding) and then sinking a lyseni fleet of six ships against his one , deep in the sunset sea.

further basic details of both muses below the cut & though they are not set specifically in a show verse or era as yet , they are crafted in asoiaf lore.     these are trial muse / ideas and i may bring them in for an ic trial run based on interest !

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐌 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇                         𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃

title : lady of house drumm — also known as ;  lady bone-hand (reference to her houses’ sigil) & the salt death (reference to her role as ritual executioner)

name : regnarra drumm ; reg-narr-ah   /  narra ; narr-ah

fc : thea sofie loch næss

age : 23

faith : the drowned god

role : elected ritual executioner for house drumm , serving in honour of the drowned god.

overview : fiercely devoted to the drowned gods , with house drumm considered the most holiest of the ironborn , regnarra often saw herself into fights with aspiring acolytes of the drowned men who mocked her for being a woman and thus unable to join the religion as a priest.   both her parents were incredibly proud of their fierce child , who may have been small from birth but every bit as wild as the seas.    when she was six , twelve and then sixteen , regnarra voluntarily entered into contests of faith upon the black cliffs of old wyk and gave herself over to the seas by falling from the heights — each time she had drowned but been revived by a priest with the kiss of life.  she would never join the religion as a leader , but they now respected her beyond questioning and no longer sought to mock her unyielding faith.  she was trained to sail and fight , which she is proficient in , but since her sixteenth nameday and her third brushing of the drowned god regnarra has been the elected ritual & sacrificial executioner of house drumm ; elected by her father as his representative in command as well as by the priests upon old wyk.

regnarra considers herself an oracle of the drowned god , whether that is agreed upon is another issue , but it is a known phenomenon that when lady bone-hand proclaimed the drowned god would battle the storm god ... a monstrous turn of the seas would come. when she burned dried salt and seaweed into the air like an incense and then proceeded to bathe naked in the salt waters as acolytes did , regnarra would often leave the ocean with the echo of prophecy in her mouth as she tasted of the fortunes of others at the hands of the drowned god ; for good or bad.

parents : lord dunstan iv drumm and lady yorra drumm (goodbrother)

siblings : denys drumm , ( herself ) , donnel drumm

half-siblings , by her fathers salt wives : keryn pyke , ellana snow , ulfurd pyke

other connection — cousin : lord wulffryd goodbrother , captain of the bloody wanderer.  his is the son of regnarra’s mother’s elder brother ; thus her maternal first cousin.             protective , rivalry , allies , ironborn support.

𝐖𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐘𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

title : lord of house goodbrother of shatterstone  — also known as ; the sea wolf (reference to his name and his ferocity in reaving, etc.)

name : wulffryd; wolf-frid 

fc : zach mccgowan

age : 37

faith : the drowned god

role : captain of the bloody wanderer in the iron fleet

overview : born with a taste for salt and blood he was always training , he would attend his lessons and devote himself to the drowned god , but was first and foremost an utter savage upon the seas. after getting into a brutal fight-turned-brawl that left his elder brother with a broken arm and two others dead , lord orys sent his out of control secondborn to work on a longship under the harshest taskmaster on the island. wulffryd flourished under the savage challenge , rod and salt and lash , never bowing under and returned still a beast , but a wiser and far more controlled beast with sharpened teeth and skills honed. some years later he would become captain of his own ship , the bloody wanderer , and carefully cultivate a specifically wild crew of devoted ironborn who possessed a similar savagery as him yet still honoured him as captain. wulffryd and his crew would carve a name in the name of the old way , the drowned god and the iron price — the laws stood firm : everything was earned with blood , salt and strain.

before setting off on a voyage of any sort , he will seek out his cousin regnarra and ask her council as he supports her claim of connection to the drowned god ; he’d been there each time she’d prevailed in her recklessly confident tests of faith and believed it without question. he will also have himself and his crew-members blessed by a priest , as well as the ship itself , and insists he and the crew of the bloody wanderer dedicate the last two days ashore to aiding the priests and drowned men in charitable service.

parents : lord noarne goodbrother and lady saralyn goodbrother † (botley)

siblings : orys ii goodbrother , ( himself ) , elfryn harlaw , noare goodbrother † , netha goodbrother

half-siblings , by his fathers salt wife : darrin pyke , oshara pyke

other connection — cousin : lady regnarra drumm , lady of old wyk and ritual executioner of house drumm.  she is the daughter of wulffryd’s father’s younger sister whom married into house drumm ; thus his paternal first cousin.                  protective , rivalry , allies , ironborn support.

     THEIR  CONNECTION

house goodbrother and drumm were close before lord denys iv drumm wed the young lady yorra goodbrother , they have always been close allies.  it wasn’t a huge surprise that the cousins mixed well together and shared similar dispositions and values , despite their varying ages.

wulffryd is fifteen years regnarra’s senior and they were not close in her initial youth for obvious age reasons. they would begin to bond over a shared devotion to the drowned god , and how even as a child she would brave the icy waters of the sea , as he would as a man grown , to bathe as ironborns ‘should’.   by the time she had initiated a contest of faith at six years old he had already considered becoming a drowned man himself and had shared with her many more of the stories of the drowned god and his adversary the storm god.

several years later when noare , wulffryd’s younger brother , died unexpectedly in the night and with his eldest sister married to house harlaw — coupled with regnarra’s wild outbursts whilst her elder brother dagon tenured as a sea captain — he took her under his wing , and his own correcting under a harsh had allowed him to curb her impertinent and fiery temper.  wulfrydd was often amazed at her fierce loyalty , understanding and recollection of the drowned god’s rites and rituals , particularly during her youth.

years gone by , when regnarra approached her father for the right to act as commanding executioner for ritual or sacrifice of house drumm in his stead , and then was granted that right — wulffryd was the first of her relatives she announced the news to. the two celebrated long into the night at the honour and privilege she had finally been granted after so many years of being dismissed of the religion due to her gender.