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Not So Final Post

So, here we’re, at the end of this intense week! 

What can we say? I hope you all had a great time here!

It has been a pleasure and an honor meeting all your amazing OCs, be sure of this.

The week is officially over, BUT rules exist to be broken, so this blog’ll remain open for submissions for a little more (four - five days), in case you have something more you want to post. 

Thanks to everybody for your efforts and hold on your pride and your beautiful OCs, because Maker knows how much the fandom needs all of them.

See you!

[binary5tar1117]

Day 6: Families and Friendships

Ethene hasn’t spoken to her biological family in years, but through the Inquisition she has made many friends. Her closest are Cassandra and Varric, like bickering older siblings, and Dorian. They became close after witnessing the alternate future together and now she goes to him with just about all her problems, from philosophy and magic to fashion and relationships. Cullen even gets jealous of their relationship before he realizes it would never be anything more than plutonic.

The one person Ethene doesn’t get along with at all is Vivienne. They rarely see eye to eye and Ethene feels when they disagree Vivienne treats her like an ignorant child. Still, she tries to be civil and knows that the Court Enchanter is a talented mage and an important part of the Inquisition.

Over all Ethene is a people pleaser. She takes a while to relax around new people. She tries to get along with everyone and meet their expectations of her. Eventually, most of her companions realize this and tell her to relax around them.

[khirsahle]

Thedas Plus Size, 24th August- Day 3: Romance

Who are the lucky LIs in the arms of your OC? Tell us about their love life: the ups, the downs, the way they came together. Or, if your OC is aromantic or asexual, tell us about how your OC feels about their closest companions.

 Please note: NSFW contents are welcomed—just remember to tag them.

 Elayne Trevelyan never figured she’d find romance. She had a few flirtations while in the Circle, but these either petered out quickly (as with the Templar who caught her eye) or ended in tragedy (the mage girl who underwent her Harrowing and was made Tranquil shortly after their flirtation began). Once she was out and the leader of the Inquisition, she knew she’d never have the time or capacity for romance ever again.

 And then Josephine held a masked ball at Skyhold, and Elayne met a most unexpected man.

 She never would have believed in love at first sight. Honestly, she’s not sure it counts as love at first sight if you’ve known him in another guise for some time now. But Elayne and Cullen came together over the four nights of that ball in a way she never would have dreamed possible. After, things were…good, but awkward. Because of their actions at the ball, the romance of “Jenny and Marcus” became an instant sensation across Orlais, and some of their friends delighted in “accidentally” leaving copies of the poetry, songs, erotic chapbooks and romances being written about the mysterious Starkhaven lady and her Kirkwall guard lover.

 It became a thing. Thankfully, it was enough of a distraction that less attention was paid to Elayne and Cullen quietly getting together, at least at first. By the time that their romance couldn’t be hidden anymore, they’d already had a chance to build a strong foundation for the relationship and navigate the early difficulties (such as Cullen’s increased reluctance to watch as Elayne threw herself head-first into danger. That needed long, careful discussion and negotiation, as Cullen immediately began questioning whether he had to stay in Skyhold or whether he could venture off into the wilds with Elayne and still control troop movements.)

 Elayne and Cullen were a celebrity couple and there was no escaping it. This wore of them both—as both Elayne and Cullen are incredibly private—but they understood why all of Thedas was so interested in the Inquisition and its leaders, so they bore it when they had to and relieved frustration by making up outlandish stories about busybodies while in bed late into the evening. (One of their favorite places to be is in bed together, or sitting on a windowsill wrapped together in a blanket, curled up and talking.)

 They had two weddings: one a quiet affair in the garden at Skyhold and the other a massive to-do in the Winter Palace, followed by (naturally) a masked ball. Thankfully for Elayne and Cullen, their friends understand their hatred of crowds and being the center of attention, so for this second wedding, Leliana again donned her padding and mask to play the Inquisitor while a visiting warden Alistair played Cullen.

 …which is how technically Leliana and Alistair are married, sort of. It’s enough to let Leliana and the Hero of Ferelden make Alistair blush fit to burst whenever they’re in a teasing mood.

 Elayne and Cullen have three children.

[gold3nberry]

Day 5: Passion for Fashion

Still working on days 3 and 4, but let’s celebrate my OC’s sense of fashion:

Demetra Tevelyan has three simple rules in her wardrobe:

- when not in the battlefield, colors, colors and colors! 

- feminine dresses, with delicate embroideries, usually cut under her breasts

- everyday a new hairstyle

I headcanon the fashion in Ostwick is quite close to the Italian Renaissance’s one, so with precious clothes, but not as big as the Orlesians and a particuar attention for the hair.

Hope you like it!

[ashkaarishok]

Drabble offers for +size OC

I’m not personally inspired but I want to participate in the Thedas Plus Size Appreciation Week somehow, because positivity and representation are important.

So, if thedasplussizeappreciationweek don’t mind reblogging this, I would like to let it know that I can write a drabble for those who don’t feel capable to do it for their OC.

You’ll need to describe your OC to me of course, physically (a screenshot, a drawing and/or a written description) but most importantly mentally, so I can write her appropriately. Don’t be afraid to tell me as much as you want.

Then tell me what you want the drabble to be about and I’ll do my best. I can write anything, except Explicit (but Mature is totally okay, I like a little smut) and non-con (or heavy kinks).

If you’ve a doubt, just come talk to me and we’ll work it out. =)

[wardenmages]

OK KIDS i totally forgot to start off yesterday so HERE WE GO

thedas plus-size oc week!

this is elissa cousland! she’s 24 at the start of the blight, and “romances” teagan :’) she’s roughly a u.s. size 20/22 and she’s v cute

she doesn’t really have a lot of issues about her body; her parents were always supportive as long as she was happy. for her, as long as she can fight and perform her duties, she’s happy and doesn’t want to change anything. whenever people make rude comments, she’s more upset that they’re being insulting rather than what about her they’re insulting

at first, people don’t think she can move quickly or quietly (she’s a dual-wielding rogue) but they’re usually corrected soon after. she doesn’t need to be skinny to be a successful rogue

[thekorcariwilds]

i missed the first day of @thedasplussizeappreciationweek soooo im doing it today

sylvia trevelyan is a plus-sized lesbian who romanced josie. she’s a precious flower who enjoys gardening and reading and also kissing her gf. she’s real short (5′1″) and she’s around a us size 18.

[artisticallyamber]

Hello, Thedas Plus Size OC week! 

May I introduce you to Lissa Trevelyan. She’s super soft and squishy, a trait that both Liadan Lavellan ( @onewngdseraph ) and Solas find A-O-K.  👍 👍 👍

You can get to know her better in her character page here, or by reading the fanfic. <3 

[adjectivebear]

Thedas plus-size OC week?

What a great idea! Allow me to roll out my OCs with extra body fat. Ahem!

Mairead Cousland Five feet, eleven inches, and 220lbs of dual-wielding warrior. Lover of sweets, animals, and booze. Warm, cuddly marshmallow and slutmonster extraordinaire. Queen of Ferelden and of epic knockers.

Solona Amell 5′2, 175lb pear-shaped ball of pasty, freckled chub. What she lacks in self-esteem and people skills she makes up for in cleverness, snark and the ability to kill you with her brain. Has a fondness for smutty romance novels and Antivan rogues.

[thedasplussizeappreciationweek]

I’m not personally inspired but I want to participate in the Thedas Plus Size Appreciation Week somehow, because positivity and representation are important.

So, if thedasplussizeappreciationweek don’t mind reblogging this, I would like to let it know that I can write a drabble for those who don’t feel capable to do it for their OC…

[binary5tar1117]

26th August - Day 5: Passion for Fashion

For everyday wear, Ethene prefers things practical, comfortable, and flattering, in that order. No matter how pretty something is or how good she looks in it she wouldn’t wear it if it would interfere with her duties as a healer and Inquisitor. She also rarely wears things that show her upper arms as that is the part of her body she dislikes the most. This means her usual outfit consists of pants tucked into boots and a long sleeve shirt pushed up to her elbows. Probably in a dark or neutral color so as not to attract attention. The easiest way to survive the Ostwick circle for her was to try not to be noticed.

For special occasions, most of that goes out the window. For a special event that she really wants to look good for (probably specifically for a certain ex-templar), she is willing to suffer for beauty. High heels, restrictive undergarments, bold jewel toned colors, frills and poofy skirts that remind her she can be feminine, all make her feel truly beautiful. These occasions reminder her that if she wanted to she could be pretty; it is just not worth the work.

[khirsahle]

Plus Size of Thedas: Elayne

22 th August- Day 1: Let’s talk about our OCs!

Elayne Trevelyan is a human mage. She was given to the Circle at a young age and barely remembers her family, especially since her siblings were all so much older than she was. She wasn’t unhappy at the Circle, but she wasn’t truly happy until the rebellion.

She’s around 5′5 and is a very curvy 16-18. Her (incredibly curly) hair is originally a dark-blonde, but all the time she spends in the sun now has lightened it considerably. She has a sweet face with round cheeks and a pointed chin; she flushes so very easily when pleased or embarrassed (which she hates. It always gives her away).

She tends to be diplomatic, with a gentle let’s all get along attitude. She has a spine of steel, though, and will not back down in a fight. It has taken her some time to adjust to being a leader, but she has the charisma to make people want to follow her into battle no matter the odds.

Still, the trappings of the Inquisitor/Herald of Andraste aren’t comfortable for a woman who prefers a quieter life.

**

Elayne glanced up from the throne, brows puckered. “I don’t understand,” she said.

“It’s for you, Inquisitor.” Josephine lowered her tablet, expression warming at whatever she read in Elayne’s eyes. “The Orlesian court sent it with their regards.”

“Well, then they can have it back,” she said, before adding quickly: “But please thank them for me. It’s...lovely. It’s just...”

A lot.

A gold sunburst broke across the back of the heavy gilt throne, spiraling up and up and up into sharp beams--arrowing in all directions. The tips were notched, shaped into actual arrows of holy light. The arms of the throne curled down and out in a grand display. She would look like a graven painting of Andraste herself sitting on that thing.

Elayne bit the inside of her mouth, Josephine’s words fading into soft noise as she thought about sitting judgment. Listening to courtiers. Pretending she was something she most certainly was not. It made her stomach coil unhappily, and she wondered if it wasn’t too late to throw a cloak over her face and escape across the Frostbacks unnoticed.

“It isn’t that I’m not grateful,” Elayne managed at Josephine’s next telling silence. “It’s only... Well. It’s only...”

“Oi!” Sera’s sudden, brassy laugh startled the two women apart--Josephine with a sigh, Elayne with the beginnings of a smile. She launched herself up between them, one skinny arm circling around Elayne’s waist, and squinted at the fine--expensive--exquisitely crafted throne. “Whatsat then?” she demanded. “You trying t’make fancybrtiches think you fart sunbeams or what?”

Josephine pinched the bridge of her nose, groaning; Elayne never grinned so wide in her life.

**

Someone once said Elayne reminded them of Rose Quartz. Now that I have devoured all of Steven Universe, I heartily agree.

[gold3nberry]

Stronger

Thedas Plus Size Appreciation Week Day 2: Self-Esteem and Self-Love 

I know, I’m late. What can I say?? I’m sorry, but life happens!!! I still hope you’ll enjoy this!

“Uhm, I don’t know how to put this in a kind way, Inquisitor.”.

Demetra arched an eyebrow “Then, don’t.”

“The armor, Inquisitor.” Harrit said dryly, rubbing his head “The armor doesn’t fit well. Well, it doesn’t fit at all, it’s too tight. I can’t close it around your torso. I’ll have to enlarge this Orlesian crap, I’m sorry.”.

Demetra couldn’t restrain a laugh. If that was her worst problem during the day, it’d have been a great day.

After looking for a little at Harrit, busy to bicker with Dagna about if putting one of her weird gadget in the Inquisitor’s armor was a good idea or not - it’s a rune, Harritt, c’mon, open your mind, you’re not one of my previous fellows from Orzammar!- , the Inquisitor closed her eyes, relaxing sensing the sound of the waterfall, the familiar scent of fire and iron in the forge.

It was good to be quietly at Skyhold, after all the problems found in the Emerald Graves, and that dragon appeared from only Andraste knew where. Smiling, she foretasted the next tasks of her day: a quick – very quick – meeting with a Rivain ambassador, some tea with Josie and maybe, after that, she would have been able to force Cullen to take a break. A not so quick one. Oh, she wanted absolutly to make him try a piece of that chocolate sent by the comtesse of Mairpoux. Even neither her or Cullen had usually a thing for the sweets, that one was a worthy exception.

“You’re eating too much!” the voice appeared from nowhere in her mind “Calm down, or you’ll become as lady Demetra. Do you want that?”.

Demetra opened quickly her eyes. She knew that voice, that memory. It was the evening of her sister’s birthday party, she was having such a great time when she had heard that conversation between one of her mother’s friends and her daughter. Hidden behind the curtains, Demetra still rembered the taste of happiness in her tongue became acid, making her body shiver and her eyes red. She didn’t leave the room, because her mother wouldn’t allowed her to leave without an explanation, and Keith would probably made a mess, insulting that noblewoman or worst. The young lady Trevelyan smiled, danced, stayed fearing that behind every gentle word was hidden a cruel thought, and when everything was over, she had cried for hours in her bedroom.

Other times, other comments, others considerations with a pity smile and the excuse to speak for her sake.

Even when her father sent her to the Accademy, to learn more about fencing, her teacher hadn’t been delicate. “You’re too big, and a big body means slow movement.”.

Demetra blinked, breathing deeply. It needed some minutes to relax, to remember that that was the past. Sometimes it still hurt, but Demetra lifted her chin. She had spent enough time trying to be invisible. To be… little. She had lost enough occasions to enjoy something because she was afraid of what the people could think about her.

“You’re strong.”. Demetra jumped and Cole rubbed his hands together “I’m sorry, I… heard you.”

“It’s alright, Cole.”

“It is.” the pale boy nodded “You have the scar, but the wound doesn’t bleed anymore. Tears, running away, books were better than people, Maker why I couldn’t be better? Less myself?”.

Demetra looked at him and Cole nodded again “Now it’s different, now you’re stronger, now you stopped running. You think you were forced to, but you stopped even before the Anchor. You had started to slow down when you saw yourself in a mirror without grimacing, that time in Ostwitck.”

She smiled faintly. It had been two days before that her group left the city to go to the Conclave. Her parents gave her a family armor, their motto carved inside of one of the vambraces. That day she had seen a strong woman, in the mirror of her bedroom, a Trevelyan ready to enjoy the Conclave and offer her family help, someone worthy of trust and respect. And she didn’t dislike the view.

“And you’re happy here.”

“Yes, Cole. Despite everything, I’m very happy.”. It was madness. Her life was in constant danger, the world was threatening to fall down on their heads, she wasn’t even sure to survive to her next meeting with Corypheus. Still, little moments made her immensely happy: a shared joked with Sera, a song from the tavern, a new book gently found by Dorian…

And, most important, the feeling to be, for once, where she was supposed to be where the Maker had  wanted her, since from the beginning of her life.

“I’d like to try that thing… the sweet you wanted to give Cullen.”

“Of course, Cole. We can have the dinner together.”.

Cole smiled “No. He wants to ask you this. You missed him, but he missed you most. No warm and welcoming body, Skyhold too quiet, the stars are not so bright when he looks at them alone. He likes when you hug him too.” he stopped for a second, almost pondering his next words “He asked me to not tell you, but you’ll be happy even if I can’t understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“Cullen thinks that your clothes are pretty, but they are prettier when you let them fall on the floor.”

Before that a very blushed Inquisitor could reply, Harrit’s voice snapped “Maker, that is more than I could want to know!”.

Demetra laugh rose high and bright. 

Maker, she was really happy.

[thedasplussizeappreciationweek]

Tag Problem

It seems that, for unknowing reasons, Tumblr sometimes doesn’t notify one of the tags. I after a day your work isn’t been reblogged by us, feel free to live a message in the askbox and we’ll fix it!

THANKS EVERYBODY FOR SHARING YOUR AMAZING OCs!

[binary5tar1117]

24th August- Day 3: Romance 

A little snippet about how Ethene feels about Cullen. Little does she know the feeling in mutual

“Goodnight, Cullen” Ethene shut the door to her small cabin and leaned against it. Her mind was going over all the little details of the last few hours she had spent being taught to fight by Commander Cullen, tall, dreamy, blonde Commander Cullen with a liquid gold voice to match his eyes.

    She hadn’t known him long but ever since he had spoken to her from across the map laden table in the Chantry he had occupied a too large portion of her thoughts. All she could think about was the firm chest she knew was beneath that shiny armor. And the endearing blushes from her haphazard flirting.

    Tonight had given her imagination far too much fuel. She knew the basics of channeling energy through her staff but she’d never actually fought with one. She was a healer, not a fighter. Fortunately, Cullen was a good teacher. He’d shown her some basic blocks and attacks, getting close enough that she could feel his warmth, the fur from his cloak tickling her skin occasionally.

    She sighed. Despite his occasional wandering eyes and flustered comments, she knew there would never be anything between them. He was a former templar who clearly had an unfortunate past with magic and she was a mage who had a bad past with templars. Dreams of something more would have to stay just that-dreams.

[binary5tar1117]

Thedas Plus Size OCs Appreciation Week

23th August - Day 2: Self-Esteem and Self-Love

This is from my own retelling on DA:I that I haven’t finished or posted anywhere.

If you really love Vivienne, you may not want to read this. She always disagrees with my mages so I don’t really like her though I totally understand how other people can admire her confidence.

Ethene looked at herself in the mirror. She felt good about the new armor Josephine had commissioned for her. Better than the disaster Vivienne had tried to force her into. They all seemed to agree that the Herald of Andraste need to look the part so it only seemed natural to ask the elegant court mage to help outfit the face of the Inquisition. Ethene was a mage as well.

The ensemble looked nice enough laid out. A high lace collar bare shoulders and elbow length silk gloves above a low corset, ruffled skirt, tight pants, and knee length high heeled boots.

“Fashion and functionality of the highest degree.” Madame de Fer had said.

The elegant Orlesian spent nearly an hour trying to stuff her into the frilly ill fitting outfit before Josephine intervened. “Perhaps not all fashions suit all people.” The enchanter had said, her eyes looking pointedly over Ethene’s full frame before leaving.

Ethene had been on the verge of tears. She was usually able to keep her emotions hidden, presenting a calm and cheerful demeanor but the beautiful woman's words had hurt.

Josephine could tell. “We will find something suitable, Herald.” She put an ink stained hand on her shoulder.

Suitable didn't begin to describe the armor Josephine had commissioned. Ethene wished they had let Josephine be in charge from the start. A band of velvet wrapped from below her breasts to above her low slung pants, emphasizing full hips and chest and a defined waist. A heavy long sleeve shirt served to provide warmth and cover her arms which she didn't like to display. The boots and gloves were well made with matching geometric designs. She felt much more confident in this than she had in the frills and lace.

She stood a moment admiring herself from different angles, playing with her hair, even making a few kissy faces at the mirror. There was a knock at the door. She expected Josephine so was startled to see the handsome blonde former templar.

“Commander!” She noticed his eyes scanning her new outfit and could tell he liked what he saw. It made her doubly grateful to the ambassador. “Josephine commissioned a new set of armor for me. They said they wanted me to look the part." She paused and waited for him to answer when didn't she continued "What do you think?"

He swallowed visibly and blushed. "I-it suits you.”