#thenera lavellan

[dirthenera]

✨Veilfire✨

Been ages since I painted my girl! Wanted to do a little speed paint and play with lighting.

Thenera Lavellan

[ghost-t-cryptids]

Theneras...my beloved

[shouldaspunastory]

For @sky-fire-forever and @dadrunkwriting

Theneras Lavellan (SFW, DAI: Prologue), 370 words

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“Can I tell you a secret,” Theneras whispers softly, wide heather eyes staring unfocused across the snowy landscape of Haven. ���Sometimes I think about running away. That’s selfish, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can seal these rifts, who might be able to fix all of this, but sometimes…” the elf shakes their head. “I feel like I’m fading. Like they’re slowly erasing me. Like nobody cares who I am, what I feel, what I think, if it doesn’t suit whatever narrative they’ve decided upon. They’re calling me the ‘Herald of Andraste’ now. Me. I’d almost rather they go back to calling me a knife-ear. At least then I’d know they still see me as an elf. But I’m just supposed to go along with it, let them call me the messenger of some god’s bride I don’t even believe in, let them rewrite my story so we can gather enough allies and forces to fix the blasted hole in the sky.”

“I thought maybe if I could just close the rift at the temple that would be it. Maybe they’d realize it wasn’t my doing. Maybe eventually they’d let me go. Instead, I wake up three days later and every Shem for miles is staring at me, whispering about me, calling me the Herald or a heretic. I keep hoping I didn’t wake up, that I’m still asleep. This certainly feels like a nightmare,” the elf admits with a frown, glancing sideways at the wolf seated beside them who is studiously licking his paws clean after his meal. Theneras sighs, gently running her fingers through the beast’s thick coat, scratching a little behind each ear.

“Keep out of sight,” the elf cautions, stroking beneath their chin with a smile as the wolf lifts their gaze to meet theirs. “These Shems are all on edge and I wouldn’t trust their hunters to recognize you’re special. I’d tell you to keep out of trouble, but I think we both know how futile that would be,” Theneras chuckles softly, “Just be smart and don’t get caught,” she smiles, standing up and brushing the snow from her knees and turning their eyes towards Haven with a heavy sigh. “Back to it then.”

[maaenyo]

It's Veilguard time!

First of all, GALLIA LAVELLAN WELCOME BACK GIRRRRL

Look at her, she's precious

Then, there's my first Rook, Sethena

She's level 12 now but nevermind.

The game is so beautiful and full of wonders to discover, and the photo mode is a game changer

And here's the pocket size guy i've been dying to meet in game since i first read him in Tevinter Nights four years ago

Look at him, he's my boo, he runs on coffee beans, says "shit" in spanish when he's really surprised and he's actually pretty funny but also deeply troubled and like frankly he doesn't need my Rook to fix him, he just needs lots of hugs, ok? Hugs and kisses

[nadas-dirthalen]

vir in theneras suledin. (1)

solas/lavellan, rated M.

synopsis: Immediately after the events of Tresspasser, the Dread Wolf is gone—and in his wake, the Inquisition is brought nearly to its knees, to say nothing of its Inquisitor.

Yet Ithalia's dreams tell a different story: one where gone is not truly gone, and a forest in the Fade speaks more truth than she dares let herself believe.

author's note: These chapters are short at first! Bear with me, I promise I'm going somewhere lol <3

content warnings: canon-typical violence mention, canon-typical depiction of severe injury, canon-typical amputation depiction, canon-typical profanity, canon-typical depiction of depression.

ao3 link!

When the Dread Wolf turns, her teeth clamp down until blood’s taste blooms on her tongue.

Ithalia shoulders the burden, the pain past all hope of comprehension. She feigns that the tears in her eyes are from parting—parting to the doom of everything alive—and not from the fact that she, herself, is…

No: she waits to move until his foot is through the last eluvian. Then his knee, next to vanish. His waist. His arm. His shoulder. She holds still until the last piece of him—an ear—ripples through the pane.

Gone.

She looks down at last, and then—only then—does the scream rip through her throat.

She is coming apart at the arm. The pulse of the Mark’s magic—his magic, the Dread Wolf’s magic—pushes out from her veins, sears her nerves, splits the skin.

It tastes the air and then fades into it. The world tilts as she watches it. Spins. Her lungs lose their understanding of how to breathe without wailing.

This is wrong, her mind signals dimly, too slow. This is wrong. An arm shouldn’t…

An arm shouldn’t peel away, blazing shuddering green and then…

Green and then gone.

Her stomach roils. Her vision blurs.

A voice erupts in this garden of stone.

“Is she—where the fuck is she…?!”

“She stumbles and falters, she begs him, why—”

“Dear boy, please. Just once. Is that to the left or right of us?”

The Iron Bull. Cole. Dorian.

Run. Run. Run.

But why should they? The threat is gone.

Gone.

“She is bare-faced—”

“Cole, darling, now is truly not the time—”

“There!”

Ithalia fights to turn, trying to will her back to move, but her head won’t turn. Her gaze is pinned to the crumbling ruin of her arm. Slick with gore, magic and skin fraying in unison.

Wrong.

Her head swims. Arms shouldn’t do this.

She forces her gaze to the grass around her, and then its green—lush, soft—rushes toward her face.

A white-hot burst of pain stops her fall. She shrieks, and it isn’t enough for the fire in her lungs.

“Shh—shit, I know,” the Iron Bull’s voice comes down from above. Two pillars—his arms—keep her from toppling. The sky above him, somehow still a carefree blue, whirls overhead.

Then all sears white again, an explosion of pain from where her wrist is ceasing to be.

“No, I—shit. Shit,” he stammers, strained. Ithalia fights to narrow her eyes. His brow is pinching. The sunlight haloes his form.

A tear glistens on his cheek.

“The Iron Bull,” Cole interjects. He is tremoring, somewhere Ithalia cannot see. “She is bare-faced. She… she is bare-faced and embarrassed…”

“Lift her!” Dorian calls over him. Then, “Maker’s breath, I might be sick.”

“What can we do?! She isn’t bleeding—not that I think. Fuck. Fuck.” The Bull grunts, and then the ground is gone from under Ithalia. They’re rising—he lifts her. “You need a healer. More than that. A miracle, maybe. Dorian, do you have anything to…”

“No! This isn’t—she isn’t dead, amatus. Like this, there’s nothing I can… A miracle is right.”

They all need so much more than that. They are all going to die.

“Of all the times you’ve had some quip, some move, now is when you stand still? Move! I’ll beg if I must!”

The Veil will come apart, and then they will. They all will.

It’s a fight for Ithalia to remember the bounds of her mouth through the ache ripping holes in her awareness.

“Solas,” she forces out, hardly more than a groan.

Dorian’s voice breaks down below. “We know.”

“He… I… He was here. And now…” She swallows—saltwater on her lips, bile down her throat.

“Save your strength,” the Iron Bull urges, arm hooked tighter around her shoulders, squeezing ribs.

“No.” A futile gasp. Each step the Iron Bull takes is a crack of lightning up her entire left side. The sky whirls overhead. “He was here, and now he—he is…”

“She is real!” Cole cries behind them. “She is real, and it means—it meant—everyone could be—could perhaps have been—”

“By Andraste’s left tit,” Dorian bellows, “not now!”

But all she hears is the thunder of the Bull’s charging steps. The break of every pained sound up her chest.

“It’s alright,” the Iron Bull says through the storm, between one eluvian and the next. “We’ll get you home.”

“No. Lost. Gone,” she gasps, eyes rolling. Then, as if the words will reach through a pane of glass and an impossible distance away, “Var lath vir suledin—ma ghilana, ma ghilana—la melana mir vhenas bora—”

“I know,” the Bull says, though he cannot possibly. “Hold on. Hold on.”

She does, she tries, but the dark comes chasing her frayed nerves before the next eluvian, and she falls helpless into its jaws.

[kcwriter-blog]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Thanks @freesidexjunkie! I have only four works up on AO3 but I have more than a few WIPs so I'll choose one of those for the 5th. I'm terrible at explaining my thoughts behind stories. I just sort of write them? Here is my attempt at explaining them.

1. In Consultation With Spirits - At the start of All New Faded for Her, you can have a dialogue with Solas where he admits to having no friends. That set me to wondering where a man like him would go if he needed relationship advice. The Fade. I didn't think he would always seek those spirits out. Sometimes they would find him. I paired each stage of the romance with the spirit I felt he would most likely meet- Wisdom, Love and Regret.

2. And Yet - I've always had a soft spot for this piece. I wanted to write something from Solas' point of view reflecting on his guilt for getting involved with Lavellan and hurting her. I wanted it to be lyrical and dreamy like Solas, which is why the refrain "and yet" keeps popping up.

3. Cold Comfort - This story has gone through many iterations. It is also my first attempt at adding smut to a story. Whether or not the Inquisitor and Solas had sex was left open. I've always wondered what might cause Solas to cross that line. In his romance scenes he always seems to get himself under control before things can go too far. So, I felt it would have to be a very conscious decision on his part. I also liked the idea that Solas would be a very tender lover. This was what I came up with.

4. An Elf Walks Into a Tavern - Part 1 of Where Wolves Fear to Prey. I was fascinated by the idea of Theneras and Varric getting together to trash their exes. When it came to writing it though, I realized that Theneras' confused feelings about Solas would make her less likely to want to talk about him. The entire conversation between Varric and Theneras then became more about her avoiding the fact that she is still in love with Solas and not being very successful at it.

When Lovers Call in Dreams - This is a WIP. The third installment in my Where Wolves Fear to Prey series. It is post-Trespasser. In it my Lavellan, Theneras, confronts Solas in the Fade after an attempt on her life. I want to explore the jumbled feelings the pair have for each other and how those feelings might affect their actions going forward.

[thedragonagelesbian]

misc. theneneria 'rook' lavellan thoughts

bitterly honor-bound. she's gonna do it but she's gonna complain about it the whole time

earned the nickname 'rook' from varric all the way back in inquisition for the time she spent in leliana's tower taking care of her birds

was initially trained as a sword and board fighter, took an immediate interest in two-handed weapons the first time she saw the iron bull, and made the full transition after her joining

she was supposed to join her mother, dahlian, for the conclave but failed her first attempt to receive her vallaslin and was thus not permitted to go. the two would not see each other until after the inquisition arrived at skyhold and dahlian was named inquisitor, at which point she judged it to be safe enough for her daughter to visit

theneneria ended up waiting a year before trying to get her vallaslin again, in the hopes that dahlian would one day be able to return to the clan with her... and when she couldn't, theneneria went back alone. she chose sylaise's symbol to always carry the blessing of the hearthkeeper with her, no matter how far fate took her from her people

she returned to skyhold afterward and remained there through corypheus' defeat, but not long afterward, she and dahlian fought over dahlian continuing to be the inquisitor. theneneria disappeared that night, driven to the anderfels by foolish, youthful spite

dahlian and theneneria have only seen each other once since then, when dahlian delivered an ironbark ring she had crafted for her, which theneneria treasures above anything else she owns

'theneneria' is derived from theneras (dream) and neria (rhythm/tempo), referring to the lilting of a lullaby

among the wardens, she is a loner with a caustic tongue. her enduring loyalties to the dalish have earned her several reprimands from her superior officers, and yet her commitment to her duties is beyond reproach. she does everything that is asked for her-- and it eventually earns her leeway for her scouting missions to occasionally bring her closer to the free marches than they're supposed to

call her 'thorne' the way she's the biggest fucking thorn in solas' side. hasn't trusted him since day 1, called that shit ten years ago and has kept an ear out for him ever since (and will, presumably, continue tormenting him in veilguard)

and if she were a pathfinder character she'd be a str-based flamewarden ranger (bc. yknow. sylaise. hearth. fire.)

[nini-dirthara-lothlenanas]

Master List of Nini, Dirthara lothlenan'as

"Seek truth in a forgotten land"

My name is Nini and this is my Blog. Welcome! You will find here all things surrounding my interests. Such as FFXIV, Baldur's Gate 3, Soulsborne, Dragon Age, ect. I am also a Hobby Artist and will reblog my art from my Sideblog @ninitenebrae

If you want to curate the content you see here is my Tag List:

My Posts: # Mir Melana (My Time) Reblogging other People: # Mala Melana (Your Time)

FFXIV: # nuin ithilgalad (under the moonlight) BG3: # Estai Fírina (Toll the Dead) Dragon Age: # Dirthera (To tell Tales) DnD: # Helce Sicil (Ice Knife)

my Art: # Nini Tenebrae Art Other Peoples Art: # awesome art

Mun Rumbling: #Mir Renan (My Voice)

OC tags under the cut. (WIP)

OC tags:

FFXIV: Niqesse de Nox / Azem Nyx Wrath de Lith / Razieloix Abaddon de Lith Corveaux Noucins Noctis tol Luna Vice Morn Syn Héra

BG3: Niqesse Aini Nox Raziel Abaddon Lith Corveaux the Cambion Ninqe

Dragon Age: Theneras Surana Anna Hawke Valkyrja Trevelyan Din'an Lavellan Yaevinn Lavellan

Special tags:

# EmetWoLWeek # ZenoHikaWeek

[kcwriter-blog]

My current Ao3 works:

In Consultation With Spirits, Solas, Wisdom, Love, Regret

Confused and apprehensive, Solas seeks relationship advice. He has no friends in the waking world so must consult with spirits in the Fade at each stage of his love affair.

Cold Comfort, FLavellan/Solas, Rated M

The annihilation of Clan Lavellan sends Theneras into a spiral of despair and guilt. In need of comfort and reassurance she asks Solas for the one thing he isn't sure he can give.

For She Was Radiant in the Morning, FLavellan/Solas Rated M

On the morning of his ritual, Solas reflects on the aftermath of Adamant and the time Theneras almost ended their relationship.

An Elf Walks Into a Tavern, Varric, FLavellan Part 1 of Where Wolves Fear to Prey

Two years after the events of Trespasser a cynical and bitter Theneras agrees to have dinner with Varric at The Hanged Man.

Tooth and Wing, FLavellan, Solas, Dorian, Part 2 of Where Wolves Fear to Prey

After a fight with Varric, Theneras Lavellan is drunk, maudlin and lost in Kirkwall. Part II of Where Wolves Fear to Prey.

When Lovers Call in Dreams Explicit, FLavellan, Solas Part 3 of Where Wolves Fear to Prey

Poisoned and dying Theneras finds herself in the Fade confronting the Dread Wolf, himself.

And Yet, Solas/FLavellan

Every time Solas steps into the Fade he finds himself drawn to Lavellan's dreams. What will he do when she finally speaks to him?

[dirthenera]

I’ve picked back up writing again and I’m starting on a new smut chapter sooooooooooon 😘

Also you cannot convince me Solas -doesn’t- have a praise kink

Truths From Dreams

So I’m really, really proud of this chapter. Technically, it’s Chapter 59, but it works fine as a standalone.

Pairing: Thenera Lavellan X Solas

Rating: M

Elvhen- Emmeara (My dream) and Galanor (magnificent)

His mind was a haze as her lips whispered against his skin. Whispered love in every word, every caress, every gentle touch that skimmed across fabric and skin alike, setting his nerves to singing, such a contrast to the langor of his muscles. He shivered and shuddered, and she purred. He could feel her smile against him, feel her happiness, her contentment, a balm to his very soul. 

Something new. Love he had known, but this? This was new, achingly sweet, something he had never experienced, had never expected before. Something he had not even known existed. His form felt too small for all the love contained, he felt it spilling out, filling the tent, mingling with hers, and he could have wept for how much it felt like home.

And then her lips were on his hands, pressing gently and murmuring praises he had never known he would want, and then her lips parted, drawing one of his fingers into her mouth, and he meant to protest but the only sound was that of pleasure as her wet heat surrounded him, tongue swirling and sucking and suddenly he was on fire, the tent was certain to burn around them.

Keep reading

[raynasplace-blog]

→ My OC’s

Theneras Lavellan

[ladylike-foxes]

For DWC The comfortable chaos between Solavellan please

Thank you, Sunshine!! ❤️❤️❤️A rare, argument-free Solesta for @dadrunkwriting

She sat across from him on the divan, feet tucked beneath her as she thumbed through a book, making little notes in the margins. Her hair was wildly unkempt, piled into a shapeless mass atop her head, and a threadbare shrug clung to her shoulders as if to protect her from the immodesty of her nightshirt. She appeared more comfortable in the unrestricted space of the rotunda than he often did. It helped, he thought, that most of the Inquisition had learned to politely ignore her when she was curled up here.

“Why are you staring at me?”

Halesta hadn’t looked up from her book— Brother Genitivi’s Thedas: Myths and Legends, he assumed. Solas hummed amusedly, but otherwise didn’t answer. Lips pursed, she glanced up at him, to his hands, now still over the notes he had been taking. When her eyes returned to his face, he merely offered a wry smile. One of Leliana’s scouts breezed past, eyes forward and stride unwavering, walking directly through their silent staring contest. Before the scout’s foot had landed on the first stair, Halie was unfurling herself, rising to her feet.

“Well?” She paused at the desk corner, scanning over the papers and literature spilling across, before coming to stand between his knees.

“Hm?” He barely had to look up at all; she wasn’t even a head taller even as he was sitting.

“Hmmm?” Mocking, she wrestled with the smile that began to curl her lips, “I asked why you were staring at me. It’s distracting.”

“You are the distraction, da’Halevune,” Half-lidded and smirking, he scolded her.

“Oh? And what is it about me that is so diverting?”

“That chaos you call hair, for one—”

Scoffing in feigned offense, nevertheless, she dropped onto his lap. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing deep her scent of lilac and woodsmoke and rosewater: these were his. Her pebbled brook laughter, her words low and rusty, as if she had just woken up: these were his. The hum with every kiss she placed on each of the knuckles of his hand: these were his. The tickle of her lashes against the very tip of his ear with every blink of her eye: these were his, and his, and his.

[dirthenera]

Bandwagon! Thenera in Dragon Age Absolution style!

[dirthenera]

Lol in fact, I am not 💜

COMMISSION - [the client is not Madonna]

[selkiesoup]

Inquisitors

So I just learned that you can run multiple play-throughs at the same time wow i know so... yeah, I’ve been making a lot of new Inquisitors entirely elves

Here they are!

Ellana Lavellan. 29. First to Keeper Deshanna. Knight Enchanter. Former wife of Mahanon Lavellan, who died at the Conclave, and mother of Fendis, who died as a young boy. Later, wife of Cullen Stanton Rutherford. Forever banished from the Clan for her marriage to a shemlen. Sarcastic piece of shit. Besties with Bull, Vivienne and Varric, though she has a soft spot for Blackwall and Sera. Originally from one of the Rivaini clans on mainland Rivain but at the Arlathvhen was sent to join Clan Lavellan at the age of thirteen due to their shortage of mages.

Theneras Lavellan. 29. Hunter and blacksmith of Clan Lavellan. Twin brother of Ellana. Bisexual disaster who is far too mischievous for his own good. In love with a certain Tevinter mage, who actively disliked him for a while due to his insatiable flirting with Cassandra. Created a close knit group of idiots with Sera, Bull, Varric and Dorian. Joined his sister in banishment from Clan Lavellan, as although the Clan adored him, he too fell in love with a shemlen.

Ghilana Lavellan. 36. One of Clan Lavellan’s best hunters, known for keeping the peace when the Clan bumped into hostile shemlen. Altogether a diplomatic and inquisitive soul, many of her Clan were surprised when she chose to dedicate her studies and Vallaslin to Dirthamen, the God of Trickery and Secrets, which she maintains was down to her love of gaining knowledge through less than legal means, such as stealing manuscripts from shemlen libraries. Originally a city elf from Starkhaven, Ghilana joined the clan as a young girl when her parents fled the alienage to escape poverty and the executioner’s axe after her father took the blame for her stealing. Loves eggs, even if they take her vallaslin, leave her heart and then amputate her arm. Close with Solas obviously, Vivienne, Josephine and Cassandra, even if they do have their spats over their differing worldviews, though doesn’t get along well with Sera, Bull or Varric, finding them too untrustworthy. 

[paragonbrosca]

It’s June!!! My main pcs are ready to party it up for Pride.

Top left: Maddox Surana, agender demisexual, romancing Morrigan. Bottom left: Endrike Aeducan, cis pansexual (male pref), romancing Zevran. Center: Rook Brosca, cis lesbian, romancing Leliana Top right: Theneras Lavellan, gay asexual demiboy, romancing Blackwall (hush.) Bottom right: Haralt Cadash, gay trans male, romancing Dorian