#vijaya aeducan

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Finest Dwarven Crafts Direct From Orzammar 😌

Rahvi Brosca, Nakshatra Tharal, Vijaya Aeducan and Varshini Aeducan in this dollmaker

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✨❤️‍🔥 About CumbiaZevran ❤️‍🔥✨

I’m Jules (they/them), and welcome to my DA blog. This is a sideblog so I will follow from @sunrisenfool, which is my main blog.

I’m 28, mixed latine and slav, and a person of colour. I like world-building and creating fake legal systems for fantasy worlds. My favourite class to play is rogues, and my favourite race are elves because that’s the fantasy race I decided to latch on as a person of colour to project feelings into the narrative. You know how it is sometimes.

Sometimes I have very particular opinions about certain things in canon, but if I ever talk about them please don’t take them as a personal attack because unless someone is being an asshole, harmful or both in my posts, I will never address things personally. I just think differently.

I have 2 primary worldstates (I have more, but these two are the ones I actually post about) and 2 primary WIPs. You can find information on them below, but feel free to ask me questions!

✨❤️‍🔥 The Worldstates ❤️‍🔥✨

Worldstate, Side A: ‘What is Right Over What is Easy’

Song: Thus Always To Tyrants - The Oh Hellos

Warden: 🌙 Juno Mahariel 🌙 (they/them)

Stats: Rogue, crowsbow sharpshooter. Nonbinary bisexual. Ranger, assassin and scout legionarie. Convincing. Dalish hunter, Warden-Commander of Ferelden. Best friends with Alistair, Morrigan (used to have a crush on) and Rahvi Brosca (@atypicalacademic), romances Zevran and Sahi Tabris (@atypicalacademic).

Protects the circle mages, crowns Bhelen and later supports Vijaya Aeducan’s (@atypicalacademic) coup. Does the ritual with Morrigan, slayer of the Archdemon with Rhavi Brosca.

Twin and youngest sibling of @atypicalacademic‘s Gaadha Mahariel and Eravan Mahariel. Recruits everyone but Loghain, whom they kill in a duel claiming the Vir Banal’ras. Keeps Duncan’s dagger until their death. Saves Amaranthine, their Keep survives. Helps rebuild the Wardens in Inquisition.

Dies a Warden’s Death.

Champion: 🎭 Rowan Hawke 🎭 (she/her)

Stats: Rogue, dual wielder. Nonbinary, bisexual. Duelist and assassin. Charismatic, helpful. Smuggler and Champion of Kirkwall. Bethany survives and becomes a circle mage. Best friends with Varric, Bela and Merrill. Romances Fenris.

Cousin of @atypicalacademic‘s Maxim and Milena Hawke. Does not help Anders but opposes Meredith. Eventually makes up with Sebastian. Is enemies with Aveline.

Knew Malcolm’s secret and would’ve taken it to her death were it not for the events of Legacy. Survives the siege of Adamant. Married to Fenris, helps him in his travels as the Blue Wraith - they are eventually known as the Blue Wraith and the High Red Queen.

Inquisitor: 🌿 Arviraven ‘River’ Lavellan 🌿 (he/they);

Stats: Rift mage, scholar of the veil and arcane physicist. Nurse and First to the Keeper. Believes in the reunification of the Dales under the elves. Never claims to be chosen by Andraste. Faithful to the Elvhen Gods. Known as the ‘Herald of Hope’, ‘Vassal of Dirthamen’, and ‘Keeper of Thedas’.

Sides with the mages, supports Briala, makes Leliana Divine. Keeps the Inquisition. Formerly friends with Solas and will stop him no matter the cost. If their people had value then, they have value now.

Arviraven is well known and well connected with various Dalish clans and some city alienages. More than a First or apprentice, Arviraven was raised to be able to take on the task of the reunification of the elvhen and the reclaiming of the Dales. Cheery, cheeky, honest and nurturing, a diplomatic scholar who sees beyond the world that is today into the world that could be tomorrow.

Nonbinary bisexual. Romances Dorian and Navin Cadash (@atypicalacademic). Eldest sibling of Viera Lavellan. Used to date Merrill up until the first year after Act I, during the events of Dragon Age 2. Best friend of Cassandra, Josephine and Eravan Mahariel.

Worldstate, Side B: ‘Blood and Tradition’ - This is both the mirror to ‘What is Right’ and sometimes coexistent with it. Both worldstates should be understood, if not together, in relation to one another, and cannot be understood without the other.

Song: The Tradition - Halsey

Warden: 🩸 Iraya Surana 🩸 (she/her)

Stats: Mage, elven, despises being called “of Kinoch Hold”. Trans and a lesbian. Blood Mage, Arcane warrior, Keeper. Romances Morrigan and Vijaya Aeducan (@atypicalacademic). Best friends with Tatiana Amell (@atypicalacademic) and Juno Mahariel, who takes over as Warden-Commander.

Protects the circle mages, crowns Vijaya Aeducan.

‘Disappears’, eventually comes back as some make-shift Keeper to a ragtag group of lost elves. Gets Mythal Vallaslin in her 30s.

Champion: ⛈ Carlota ‘Charlie’ Hawke ⛈ (she/her)

CW: Manipulation and gaslighting from a parental figure

Stats: Mage, mixed elven (doesn’t seem it). Bisexual. Blood & force mage. Despite being known as ‘Charlie Hawke’ she is an Amell. In my worldstates, when Revka disappears she takes with her the only child who has not been discovered to be a mage yet, who in this case is Charlie. To protect her, she convinces her life as an Amell was not true, asking Charlie to refer to herself as Charlie Hawke and to tell people Revka’s name was Leandra.

Charlie doesn’t remember her father. She also features as champion in @atypicalacademic‘s worldstate ‘Hell and High Water’, making her the sibling of her Amells: Claudia, Andrea, Xavier and Tatiana. Her Carver becomes a Warden.

Known as ‘Bloody Charlie’, ‘Bloodlust Carlota’ or ‘Queen of the Maleficars’, she is a highly demonised figure out of her usage of the mage rebellion to rise to power. Romances Anders. While originally angry about Anders’ bombing of the Chantry because it interfered with her rise to power (which matters to her more than anything), she supports the rebellion and claims herself in line to be Viscountess before it starts.

Romances Anders. Enemies with Varric, Aveline, Fenris and Merrill. Her only ‘friend’ is Isabela.

Inquisitor: ⚔️ Viera Lavellan ⚔️ (he/him)

Stats: Warrior, Dalish, First Knight of Elgar’nan. Reaver. Bisexual. Believes in the reunification of the Dales under the elves. Youngest brother of Arviraven Lavellan, hobbyist jeweller.

Conscripts the Templars, allows Arviraven to pass as him in Redcliffe, though most of the mages are lost as an Inquisition force. Romances @atypicalacademic‘s Sylvaine ‘Mesmer’ Seyras. Enemies with Solas and faithful to the Elvhen, even more so than their Gods, for he is a Knight of Elgar’nan.

He believes the most in Arviraven, thinking that his eldest sibling ought to make the political decisions. Keeps the Inquisition, abdicating in favour of Arviraven.

He’s best friends with Iron Bull and loves tormenting Dorian as his in-law.

✨❤️‍🔥 The WIPs❤️‍🔥✨

And The Lovers, Do They Dream? (Worldstate: What Is Right Over What Is Easy): A gothic romance meets magical realism retelling of the romance of Dorian Pavus and Arviraven Lavellan.

Also described as “Crimson peak with a happy ending meets Apollo throwing his pride-month-edition ball of prophecy at guy already on his way towards radicalisation.”

The Song of Dirthalath (Worldstate: What Is Right Over What Is Easy): He has had many names in history. Before he was disowned, he was Quenath’enal. Afterwards, he was known as Vir A’dirth Revas’an’dar or ‘Spymaster’. This is the song of a High-born ancient elf born into nobility, who lost everything and everyone, only to gain them again and lose them again. Over and over.

This is a story of the price of resurrection. This is the story that sings ‘Ara Ma’thalan Lethandar, Dirtalath Viradirth’, for we know of the Creator but not of what was supposed to happen to them: Dirthamen one day would rise in Elgar’nan’s place, with Abundance to his right and Will to his left. This is the story of the forsaken, should-have-been, Elvhen God of Will.

Alternatively: Prickly, ancient asshole with a heart of gold lives a thinly veiled allegory for the trauma of survival.

[atypicalacademic]

"how long was i out?"

This uhhhh became something else entirely, and got sadder than it should have. However-

*

The world shifted oddly, an ill-fitting blanket beneath the Stone's cool breath, and it was that that pulled Vijaya out of her slumber. She winced, scrubbing her damp cheek against the sterile silk sheets, still dyed dark from old mourning. After all these years, she had yet to grow accustomed to the emptiness of these, her mother's chambers.

She had half-expected for these quarters to find new occupants; Bhelen was not one for sentimentalities, or for waste. But he had not. Perhaps it had been in defiance of Trian, or perhaps out of his own, lingering guilt. Or perhaps it had been love itself, for were he and Vijaya not of the same mother?

But a thin film of dust still coated Swarna Aeducan's bed, sticking flimsy patterns to Vijaya's fingers. Vijaya found her own handprints light against the headboard, over the bedside table carved from stone and embellished with garnets.

Gemstones? Queen Hestia had sulked, then. For a concubine?

If Vijaya shut her eyes for long enough, she could pierce through the silence, to find mother's shape formed of the flimsy light that tunnelled from the corridor beyond. (Noone had lit lamps, here, either. And her mother so hated the dark.)

In the blue-grey mirror that held her own reflection was her mother's shadow- Swarna- named so for it meant gold, gold, gold that she pressed against her cheek to hide the faded contours of her old brand. Named so for it was the only sliver of light afforded then to Dust Town, that had chilled the blood in her veins, the same blood, the same hunger that ran through Swarna's daughter. And Swarna's son.

Her hairbrush, cast in ivory, and her gentle grip at the back of Vijaya's neck as she steadied her head to brush her hair. Twelve braids. Twelve. Each intricate as the statecraft she whispered into her daughter's ear, each as firm and desperate as the reminder that had once lulled Vijaya to sleep, and awakened her from it.

I am no queen, my light. But you will be. You must.

Endrin had wept when his favored mistress had returned to the Stone, wept more than was proper, they whispered, for any up-jumped Noble Hunter. One hand around her father's neck, one clinging to frightened, lost little Bhelen, Vijaya's eyes had only been on Trian, the Queen's son, the bitter taste of suspicion rotting the core of her grief. She had work to do then, as she had now, long after a Blight had come and gone.

Swallowing hard, Vijaya reached out to pry open the bedside table, and she couldn't stop the sob that escaped her when her hand brushed cold against the dagger she knew to be there. Dust Town or The Palace, Swarna had always slept with a blade beneath her pillow.

It was the only time Vijaya had been shielded by a hand other than her own.

She felt it's cold press against her chest, against the fear that had lived there since before she could remember.

"Mother," Vijaya whispered to her absence, "Would you have loved me still when I had failed?"

The silence, as always, was her answer and repentance.

"Mother?"

Vijaya startled, slightly dizzied as she sat up.

Kieran lingered at the door, swaying back and forth on his heels. "What are you doing here?"

"I was..." Vijaya ran a hand over her face, scars brushing over scars before she felt herself smile. "I fell asleep looking for something. How long was I out?"

"Not for long." Kieran's eyes glazed over, his voice reaching that sing-song pitch that Vijaya had by now grown accustomed to. "The song tells me, the Forgotten song." He mumbled, then shook his head, padding over the carpet to where his mother sat. Her broad, strong arms wrapped around his thin frame in an instant.

"Did you find it, Mother?"

Vijaya pressed a gentle kiss to his soft, black hair. "Not here, darling, no."

[atypicalacademic]

Secondary Worldstate: All You Have Is Your Fire

Hero of Ferelden: Vijaya Aeducan

Champion of Kirkwall: Maxim Hawke

Inquisitor: Navin Cadash

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[atypicalacademic]

Worldstate: All You Have Is Your Fire

Hero of Ferelden: Vijaya Aeducan

Champion of Kirkwall: Maxim Hawke

The Inquisitor: Navin Cadash

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[atypicalacademic]

Paragon Brosca, Princess Aeducan, and Captain Tharal bid you Stone-Met and dwarf supremacy 😌

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Fine dwarven crafts ft. The prettiest girl in the Free Marches ❤️ From the top, Tatiana Amell, Rahvi Brosca, Vijaya and Varshini Aeducan, Kalki Cadash and Nakshatra Tharal (picrew)

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Varshini, Edheran, and Vijaya Aeducan

One guess who's queen.

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A Brief History of The Scions of House Aeducan- Aka Kani's Aeducan Lore Post

cw for a very brief mention of abuse

Of King Endrin's five children who survived past the age of fifteen, Trian Aeducan, born of the Queen Mother Hestia herself, was the heir apparent, poised to be endorsed by the King and ostensibly supported by the assembly as the next King.

Below Trian was the King's favoured daughter, Princess Vijaya (warrior- axe and shield), Prince Edheran (dual weilding rogue), his twin Princess Varshini (rogue-archer), and the youngest, Prince Bhelen.

At the time, the backing of House Aeducan was enough to practically secure Trian's future ascension to the throne. However, all this would change as soon as his sister Vijaya entered courtly life.

Even in training it was apparent that Vijaya was twice the warrior he was, and as a child, she sat in on her father's meetings, learning his dealings and forming her own views. Swarna, her formerly casteless mother, had whispered statecraft to Vijaya even from her deathbed, eager for her daughter to never relinquish the position she had won.

She mastered surface languages and offered her patronage to the best artisans of her time, improving the House's fortunes by negotiating trade deals with practiced ease by the time she was twenty. Over the resounding success of Vijaya's early life both in Court and on the battlefield, and the affection the King always held for her dutiful nature and undoubtable passion for Orzammar, it quickly became apparent that her popularity and competence had rivaled Trian's legitimacy in a very short amount of time.

That she was born not of the Queen but of a casteless noble hunter who was inducted into the House was only a technicality, though one that chafed at Trian a lot.

The resulting envy made him lash out against her, bitterly and violently, under the guise of his authority as her elder, and the threat of having the house fractured due to infighting, Vijaya kept quiet about these things, refusing to respond in any way that jeopardized her standing.

She chose instead to plot from the shadows until she could take his throne that by now she knew she deserved. She loved her father, but Trian was too uncritical of his policies, too weak of a lord to remain King until his death. And most of all, at a time when their city was falling to darkspawn by the thaig, he was not the ruler they needed.

Vijaya's ideas were radical- she wanted unity between Orzammar and Kal Sharok without either having to sacrifice their sovereignty, she wanted to do away with the debilitating and archaic caste system, she wanted better relations with the surface, demand help from the humans to beat back the darkspawn by holding their lyrium hostage.

But at this point, she played her cards close to her chest, reserving them out of political tact. But many houses- specifically the wealthiest of the merchant and Smith castes, and even those of the commoner castes, favoured her progressive views. The Deshyrs were easily taken in by her military strength and her charm, her vow to uphold Dwarven honor, her scholarship, her patriotism, her devotion to her father, and of course, the King's favor.

Once she acquired more power and allies, however, she was unafraid to put down enemies who stood in the way of Orzammars progress. Murder, torture, blackmail, deception- none of this was out of her cards, but everything was done so discreetly that the image of the House's honor remained intact.

Now, enter the siblings.

As soon as tensions began to rise, the younger siblings realized they either had to pick sides or exploit weaknesses to take the crown for themselves.

Edheran remained loyal to Trian, while Bhelen and Varshini favored Vijaya; Prince Edheran was an easy going kind of man, and didn't really think past the fact that Trian was the heir and the crown would likely go to him. However, Trian would not enjoy this loyalty for long. A little after his twenty-first birthday, Edheran fell desperately in love with a surface merchant, a young Dwarven man brought in for an audience with the King.

Varshini, being the good little sister and a good little spy that she is, went straight to Vijaya with this information. Now, if Vijaya takes this to the King, they would immediately kill Edheran for bringing dishonor to the House by planning to abandon the house with a surfacer.

However, she kept quiet, especially from Trian, waiting until Edheran did manage to elope with his sweetheart. This, because Trian had flaunted Edheran so much as his Second, his brother and champion, that his folly and failing would reflect poorly on Trian himself.

Vijaya saw the opportunity in that, and it worked. Endrin was extremely disappointed with Trian and he fell quite a bit from grace in the eyes of his father for neglecting his responsibility, especially as Vijaya made a whole show of throwing herself at his feet lamenting about the whole thing.

Edheran Aeducan, whether he made it to the surface or put down by a vengeful arrow to the throat, was never heard from again.

Varshini Aeducan was born of Vennela, one of the King's noble-caste mistresses- she was completely ill-fit for political intrigue, and frightened out of her wits by the prospect of being assassinated or worse, she clung to her sister for dear life.

Trian had a fairly paternalistic attitude towards her, thinking her stupid and pathetic, which Varshini resented, as well as his horrible abuse of Vijaya, which she felt powerless to stop. But her unassuming nature and her skill with a bow led her to become an excellent spy and assassin for Vijaya, who used this resource well- Varshini was her weapon that noone saw coming, her eyes and ears where noone suspected.

At the beginning of Origins, Varshini was betrothed to Lord Renvil Harrowmont, son of Pyral Harrowmont, to forge an alliance between the two most powerful houses of Orzammar.

The match was proposed by Vijaya and endorsed by King Endrin; the former so she can subdue the threat she identified in Harrowmont (getting him in the appearance of honor is a good way to put him down- he'd think twice before turning snake to his in laws). The latter because Endrin considered Harrowmont a friend and ally.

Varshini was not consulted in this decision, but she wasn't unhappy about it. She was a little resentful that her sister got to carry on an open-secret love affair with Adal Helmi while Varshini was essentially given away as alliance fodder, but Renvil was young and dashing, and the more she thought of the idea the better, or at least, the safer it felt. After all, Princess Varshini never really wanted a crown or a throne- she just wanted a home.

Young Prince Bhelen learnt from the best- his sister. He and Vijaya were born of the same mother, and were very close to each other growing up. He shared her interest in politics, her views on progress, and he had great admiration for her, he was furious for how Trian treated her, just as she had pride in him.

Even as that admiration grew to fear and paranoia at how quickly she amassed power and how easily she could turn against him; even as it became envy, and his own need for power overtook his loyalty, Vijaya adored her little brother, thought of him as a true partner. He was the one blind spot that Vijaya had, until he wasn't.

The next chain of events vary depending on worldstate, because I have two Aeducan siblings who could go on to be recruited as wardens.

Vijaya's Warden-state

Mostly as things are in canon; Vijaya makes One Mistake, an emotional slip up in the joy of being commander and so close to victory, where she lets her guard down for an instant. However, she doesn't kill Trian, but ends up getting framed for it anyway by Bhelen, gets exiled, gets recruited as a Grey Warden, falls in love with Morrigan and becomes Hero and Paragon.

She does crown Bhelen in Orzammar because Orzammar's progress is her greatest priority; her city is her first and greatest love, it comes before any ideas of her own revenge or justice. But after her stint as warden commander (a well-loved one at that), she practically runs the Merchants Guild as the Deshyr of Val Royeaux (where she lives with Morrigan and her son), and since Bhelen is far more open to Surfacer's than his predecessors were, she pulls a Lot of strings in his Court, both as Princess and Paragon, and plants her spies everywhere in Orzammar so he can never operate outside of her control.

In this verse, Varshini did end up marrying Renvil Harrowmont. Under Vijaya's demands, Bhelen reluctantly extends her a truce, stating that she can stay even as he runs House Harrowmont off, provided she cut off all ties with the man she married. Even Vijaya personally offered security from the surface, but Varshini decides she wants nothing to do with a city where her husband is not wanted. She leaves with him to find Kal-Sharok.

Paragon Vijaya, along with her wife and son, takes frequent trips to Orzammar to the delight of adoring crowds, and under her careful machinations and Bhelen's progressive policies, armies upon armies of allies pile into the deep roads to take back thaigs all the way to Bownammar.

During these visits, Kieran, or Kieran Aeducan, as he is styled, is still called Your Highness by the Palace staff, disregarding any and all of Morrigan's amused protests.

Varshini's Warden-State.

Surprisingly, of the two sisters who could end up wardens, she's the real kinslayer. In this verse, Bhelen did target his manipulations at Vijaya, only Vijaya clued into this way before, and she eliminated all his spies as oops battle sorry during the encounter in the Aeducan thaig, replacing them with her own allies.

But Varshini was bothered by Bhelens warning because she thought Bhelen was loyal to Vijaya and he sounded frantic with worry and Vijaya was taking it too coolly so she was scared. If Trian kills Vijaya what would happen to her?

So when Vijaya asks her to scout ahead, she does, and when she sees Trian standing there, ready for what looked like an ambush, she was so furious, so full of pent up fear and anger at everything he put her and Vijaya through, that she killed him from the shadows, turning the heir of House Aeducan into a pincushion.

Obviously this massively backfired. Bhelen, disappointed and angry, tried to insist that Vijaya must have given the orders, but Varshini said she hadn't. Vijaya's witnesses said she hadn't, and Vijaya herself said she hadn't. No further defence was given, except Vijaya trying to lighten her sentence from execution to exile with a chance at finding grey wardens.

Witnessing Bhelen's enthusiasm to pin the blame on Vijaya, Endrin put two and two together, and it put him in worse stead in the old King's eyes.

Furious at his Grand Plan failing, Bhelens methods grew more desperate, and he tried one more time to get at Vijaya, in which he was caught red handed. Then he challenged his father, who wanted him to be tried for conspiracy, and was killed, leaving no other heir to the throne but Vijaya Aeducan herself.

Meanwhile Varshini had joined the Grey Wardens, and fallen in love with a certain other reluctant Prince.

By the time she returned to Orzammar however, there was a deadlock for the throne except this was caused by Harrowmont's meddling, insisting that Vijaya had something to do with King Endrin's death because Harrowmont was Frightened of the radical reforms she would bring. The Paragon's Crown was his last ditch attempt at consolidating power, and Varshini helps her sister retrieve it before Harrowmont's men find it (she doesn't do any of the Carta runs or the making nobles switch votes tho it's unnecessary if Vijaya's in charge).

Thus, Vijaya Aeducan is Crowned the Queen of Orzammar, the greatest and most beloved since the first Paragon Aeducan himself. Adal Helmi is elevated to the title of royal consort (with frequent, and open visits from a certain dark haired sorceress and her son, of course), and Rica Brosca's little boy, who she did end up having before Bhelen was killed, was prepped and named heir to the throne.

Varshini finds joy and love as a Warden. And when the topic arises that her lover Alistair May be of royal blood, she immediately puts up a fight to anyone aka Arl Eamon, who would inflict Royalty upon him against his will. (Who would ever want to be King?) When Vijaya tentatively suggests that the Hero of Ferelden be named Ambassador to Orzammar in the Court of Queen Anora, Varshini politely declines.

What happiness could she find in the Royal Palace that she couldn't find by her beloved's side at Vigil's Keep?

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If Exile bad, then why exiles pretty? 💖 (picrew)

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F, J, & M for Maxim and another OC of your choosing?

Let's go with the Warden for Maxim's worldstate, Vijaya Aeducan 🥰

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Maxim : is generally very confident when it comes to Social Interaction, but...nervous about outright flirting. He gets tongue tied and bashful when someone expresses interest in him, but he's also like, so passionate that it's impossible for him to keep his feelings a secret. So I think his flirting manifests in a kind of Doting? Going above and beyond trying to help the person he has feelings for, being obviously and extra sensitive to their needs, lovesick puppy "please love me" eyes, et.al.

Vijaya: Has always mastered the delicate art of expressing interest without opening up too much or seeming vulnerable enough to be taken advantage of. Being a Princess in Orzammar, she always had her position in mind; both because she didn't want to come off as taking advantage of it, and because she didn't want to compromise on it or give the impression that she has "too much heart" that she's compromised her head. If she flirts, it's with a certain sophistication, banter and back and forth and suggestive teasing and compliments *just* enough to not sound like fawning. She retains it on the surface, even when there uh, was no position to hold on to. Still can't be seen as vulnerable. Vulnerable bad. Loss of control bad. Morrigan good

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Both of them are poly and open to other partners just as a preface, but-

Maxim: Not really? Insecure, yes. "Why does she stay with someone like me", yes. "I don't deserve her love", yes. But I don't think it manifests outwardly to anyone else. So he's spared that particular spiral. Theres an element of selfishness to jealousy, and he's in such terror of being selfish, too.

Vijaya: Also, no. She's generally extremely self-assured in that regard. She can get paranoid, very much so, (see: Orzammar politics), and has trouble accepting that people care for her in a way that isnt transactional, but that has very little to do with having a romantic rival, so, no jealousy.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Maxim: Someone needs to drag him and Merrill out to get fresh air from time to time, and it might as well be each other. They like going to gardens, lying back on the grass with Merrill curled up on Maxims chest, and read. Add some good brandy to the mix, and something nice to eat, and they're set. At other times they simply stay home by the fire, where they can unwind in uh, more interesting ways.

Vijaya : Shopping! Be it in the diamond quarter of Orzammar or down the streets of Val Royeaux or Denerim, clothes and books and jewelry and enchantments, often stopping by somewhere for a bite to eat. She's well-established in the merchants guild after her exile, being the deshyr of Val Royeaux, and is obviously a big deal back home, so people tend to break out their best merchandise for her, a perk she takes full advantage of. She definitely intends to make up for That Mirror in kind, all those years Morrigan spent growing up alone in a swamp.

[atypicalacademic]

OC INFO MEME

Basics

Full Name: Vijaya Aeducan

Gender: Cis Woman

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Faceclaim: Madhavi

Other

Family: Bhelen Aeducan (Brother), Varshini Aeducan (Sister), Rica Brosca (Sister In Law), Rahvi Brosca (Sister In Law), Endrin Aeducan (Nephew), Rahvi Aeducan (Niece), Morrigan (Partner), Kieran Aeducan (Son)

Birthplace: Royal Palace, Orzammar

Job(s): Hero and Warden-Commander of Ferelden (formerly), Deshyr of Val Royeaux to the Dwarven Merchant's Guild, Queen of Orzammar (verse-dependent, in her non-warden 'state)

Phobia: Powerlessness, Loss of Control

Guilty Pleasures: Sleeping in

Hobbies: Reading, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, drinking, training her son, commissioning work to Support Local Artisans

Morals

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

Sins: lust / greed / envy / gluttony / pride / wrath / sloth

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience

This or That

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Outspoken / Reserved

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In-between

Leader / Follower / In-between

Traditional / Modern / In-between

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships

OTP: Vijaya / Morrigan

BROTP: Gorim, Varric, Zevran, Velanna

Acceptable Ships: Vijaya / Adal Helmi - they were together before she was exiled, and in Varshini's warden-state, where Vijaya becomes Queen, Adal remains at Vijaya's side as her Queen-Consort

NOTP: Once again Harrowmont fanatics dni. Also anyone who doesn't gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

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In Kani's canon worldstate, everyone survives their origin, warden or no.

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Rahvi Brosca - Hero of Ferelden, Founding Paragon of House Brosca of Orzammar. Though she gave up her life taking the killing blow to the archdemon, her people, by the Legion of Fire, and her lovers, Gaadha and Leliana (Divine Victoria), immortalize her in both song and history. (Ok she doesn't survive The Blight soz)

Gaadha Mahariel- Hero of Denerim, former Warden-Commander of Ferelden, Dalish Ambassador to Marquise Briala. (both Rahvi and Gaadha were wardens of the fifth blight.)

Sahi Tabris- High Chancellor of Ferelden

Aurelia Cousland- Right Hand of the Divine

Leonard Cousland- Teyrn of Highever

Tarannum Surana- Teyrna of Gwaren

Tatiana Amell- "Witch of the Waking Sea" (no that's not a courtly title but wouldn't you rather be an urban legend too)*

Vijaya Aeducan- Deshyr of Val Royeaux, Princess of Orzammar

Varshini Aeducan - Owner of the famed Paragon's Palaquin in Llomerryn, liasion to the surface for merchants of Kal-Sharok

*(Tatiana's older sister Claudia stayed in the Gallows and then the Circle of Montsimmard, instead of coming to Ferelden.)

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📷 for shaan, vijaya, and maxim?

Shaan

Vijaya

Maxim

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give me number 10 for each of those warden questions

How did Mahariel feel about Zathrian’s clan, and their situation with the werewolves?

The curse itself scared Gaadha, made her feel like every place she could call home where being taken- by humans, by monsters, by fate itself. As for the conflict, as Dalish herself, she obviously felt deeply for and connected to Zathrian's story, but she couldn't reconcile with the fact that he refuses to break the curse, even for the sake of their own people. She never wanted to turn her bow on a Keeper, but she felt like it was for the best that these magics are not left to linger where it could affect others. So she effects the reconciliation- defeats him in battle and persuades him to relinquish the curse. Lanaya becomes Keeper, curse is broken, hunters are cured.

At this point, she'd been grappling pretty heavily with the feeling of having lost her own clan, of having failed them and Tamlen, and of not deserving to carry what she had been taught. Saving the clan felt like a reminder of her own capability to good. More importantly, however, the clan's welcome and being around familiar faces after a period of intense alienation and loneliness was in itself healing. Speaking to the Elders of the clan, as well as the new Keeper, taking part in their rituals in the time they were there, all helped her begin to process her own guilt and pain, and was definitely a huge turning point in her recovery. There are some things only your community can do for you, after all.

How did Tabris feel about returning to the alienage, and finding slavery?

For Sahi? Not good. Coming back home to find everyone he knows being locked into cages by humans, then sold into slavery, all under the knowledge and permission of Loghain..yeah. It sends him into an enormous spiral- of anger and hurt and despair and relived trauma, and it does not go away after he's saved them. He felt small, and furious with himself for feeling small, that he'd always been fighting a losing battle, that no matter what he did, he would always come home to this. Luckily, Zevran, and later, Shianni, helped him through it enough so he could gather himself for the Landsmeet, and at least turn the crushing despair into anger. His decision to put Alistair alone on the throne was one taken in the determination that he didn't, couldn't trust anyone else. A human, least of all. I don't think he ever forgot, and I think it takes years for him to fully process the pain, the magnitude of what he saw there.

How did Surana/Amell feel about returning to the Circle, and seeing it in chaos?

Tatiana Amell was- conflicted. On the one hand, she'd waited desperately to see the day the whole damn thing comes burning to the ground; she hates the Circle, hates most people in it save for those she considers her friends. On the other hand, the Templars proposed a massacre, and she knew there were children inside. I don't think she was sad to see the Circle fall, however. She was mostly concerned with salvaging whoever was alive, and Not Letting The Templars Win. She'd have been happier if it was never put back together at all.

Tarannum Surana was crushed to see what had happened. She'd always known that Uldred was sketchy, and had warned her peers against trusting him, particularly those with libertarian beliefs. But she couldn't have foreseen just how badly things could go. People who died, or turned into abominations were people she'd befriended, promised her assistance to, especially the elven mages she'd tried to protect. Besides, her best friend Dahlia was nowhere to be found, only to be presumed to have met the same fate. Because she'd initially reported Jowan to Irving, she was planning to use that favor as leverage to get them to honor the treaty and to offer her a stronger position at the Circle after the Blight, and now the Circle was just..gone. On the other hand, she was well-aware of the opportunity that saving the Circle itself would bring her in terms of power within it, so she vowed to do so at any cost.

How did Brosca feel about returning to Orzammar, amid the fight for the crown?

Rahvi was glad to see that her sister had improved her lot. Wasn't at all surprised to see that the nobles were at it again, and even without Rica's involvement, she would've supported Prince Bhelen. She knew all too well what Harrowmont and his cronies enabled in Dust Town. Seeing Dust Town after having known another life is...more harrowing that she'd expected it to be. So was tracking the Carta; a lot of the footmen were those she saw herself in, those she knew had no option, but what had to be done had to be done. She forgave Leske after the initial bite of betrayal, but killing Jarvia took something out of her. Rahvi had once rather hero-worshipped Jarvia, and had something of a crush on her, considering her methods the only way in which she herself could survive. All she could think of when she struck that killing blow, was "I wanted to be you. What does that make me?"

She relished asking the Assembly's steward why they didn't seem all that bothered that Caridin's Crown rested in the hands of a "brand" as long as it'd make its way to one of their heads.

How did Aeducan feel about returning to Orzammar, amid the fight for the crown?

Court was just a game Vijaya was too good at. She and Bhelen had long discussed policies they'd planned to implement, and she knew that his ideas were progressive, and what Orzammar needed. As much as it crushed her and as much as it felt like her hands were tied, she's a patriot and a reformer, and loved her country too much to jeopardize its most marginalized under Harrowmont's rule just so she could get her revenge on Bhelen. She got some measure of satisfaction when she essentially swept into Bhelen's chamber, pretended like his betrayal never happened, and took charge, all business-like, competent Older Sister Vijaya talking down to her Baby Brother who's made, once again, a mess of things. He knew he needed her help, and couldn't refuse it, even as he chafed at her tone. A lot of his maneuverings (and his policies) were her ideas, and she knew him well, and had enough agents still loyal to her that she could make his Court her bitch from the surface. Bhelen was crowned before he even knew it, with the full knowledge of whom he owed it to.

If she cried when she held that crown in her hand and had to let it go, if her heart ached because she would've supported Bhelen to the throne if he'd just told her, if she was heartbroken that she couldn't say goodbye to her father, if she had to relive the trauma of her exile when she went in search of Paragon Branka, and had to hide her shaking hands because she was an Aeducan, dammit, she was once Commander of Orzammar, the deep roads were her fucking playground- then that was a secret between her, the Stone, and Morrigan.

How did Cousland feel about/react to seeing Howe again? About eventually killing him?

Aurelia: "Do your worst. You've no idea what I've battled to get this far. You are the puniest monster I will have had to face." She'd lost her family, her innocence, her sense of security, her sense of trust and her ability to sleep soundly- she'd seen genlocks with more honor than that man, and, hardened by the Blight, Howe was one of the easiest battles she'd fought.

Leonard: Howe asked him if he intended to go hide behind his sister again. Leo spat in his face, split him in half with his greatsword, went back to the Landsmeet to become King-Consort. He had nothing to prove to anyone.

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Hearth

Dragon Age

A/N: Slight canon divergence where Princess Aeducan survives the Deep Roads and stays with the Wardens and co. as a companion

Words: 1k

Warnings: Exile? A mention of blood, I guess.

Relationship(s): Vijaya Aeducan x Morrigan

*

Betrayed, exiled and cast to her death in the Deep Roads, Princess Vijaya Aeducan finds a little more than survival.

*

There were bats, a noise like water rushing through her ears, and her own heart, thumping with the strike of her axe as she kicked the last corpse down beneath her. Her blade caught on something softer than rock, and she ripped it clean, drawing from her failing strength, and her limbs, worn to scars and muscle to let it tear, break, and shatter.

And then there was fire.

“Ancestors!”

Vijaya’s knees buckled, and hit the ground, no, the void, no, she was hanging upside down, hot and cold cutting through her like a thousand knives, she was floating, no, drowning. Dying. It was blinding, singeing through her shut eyelids, and she threw up her shield, leaning her head against its cool, familiar comfort. She was dying. The ground writhed beneath her knees like deep stalkers do, cutting and chafing through the thin armor. All she heard was the howling, the screaming- like lava bubbling up from the canals back home, but so much, so everywhere.

The warmth was crushing her from within, seeping into her throat, her breath, and she swung her axe, blindly, hitting at a foe she could not see. Where was she? In the belly of some monstrous beast? Taken by the darkspawn, tainted and cast to the lava? Searing her like a brand, twisting her into knots and wringing her loose- but if she were drowning-

If she were drowning, she would not breathe. She was breathing too much, here- swallowing air like a woman starved- it filled her lungs, overflowed. She crawled on her knees with her shield held up, stone and something else, sharp as needles, pricking at her skin. She had to move. She had to move, and find a crevice, or a cave, and her bearings and her strength. By the Paragons, she would not die here. Not in this fit of madness, not crying to the Stone for mercy, not frightened and exiled and gone-

Something approached her, the same shifting noise as when her own limbs dragged through this ground.

Vijaya raised her axe, strong muscles locking into place from instinct. “Stand back! I warn you now.”

The voice that answered was cool, steady, smooth and firm as stone.

“I mean you no harm, dwarf.”

Dwarf?

“What have you done?” Vijaya growled. “What burns?”

She heard a weight sink beside her, and she tensed, tightening her grip on her axe.

“I have done nothing.” They said simply. “’Tis only the sun. I suspect you are unused to it.”

The sun?

Her next breath came easier, heaving with nothing more than the pain of injury. The howling was receding to a rustle. Behind her eyelids, a shadow shifted.

Then the voice spoke again. “If your journey has been to the surface, then here you stand.”

Vijaya felt herself sag against her shield, tears burning trails down her tattooed cheeks. Even with her eyes closed, she knew it to be true. Muffled beneath the softness, she could not hear the song of the Stone. She was adrift, alone, stripped of her house and her claim to the Memories. She was no one.

She was alive.

She waited, if only to stop shaking, to gather her breath and square the set of her shoulders. The wind, then, it was, whispering through the tears in her armor, through her bloodstained black hair, filling her chest with air. And the sun, battering against her shield and her skin, though it gentled now, slowly, the pain ebbing into an odd, yet frightening discomfort. She could hear the stranger’s breath beside her, the strange sounds as she moved. She had not left.

Blinking away the last of her tears, Vijaya lowered her shield, opening her eyes in inches, even as she flinched from the stinging light.

First, her eyes. They were the color of molten gold, liquid fire- striking enough to startle her. Tendrils of fine black hair framed her face- a human, wheat-brown skin drenched in- light. In light. There was green- an unsettling, poisoned green that enveloped them both- and sounds of things larger than deep stalkers, many more legs scuttling through the strange earth.

Vijaya held her steady gaze, mooring herself to it.

“Well, well.” The stranger’s lips curved into a smile. “What have we here?”

*

The fire simmered lower, and a cold gust of wind made her hair stand on end. How she had once thought this place too warm was beyond her.

Vijaya made her way across camp, sparing a nod at Sten, who had taken the night’s watch. The weather was- clear. Her boots clung to the earth- dirt, gravel, grass.

Morrigan sat by the small fire she’d gathered outside of her own tent, twirling the ends of her hair in concentration, scouring the weathered pages of her mother’s grimoire. When her eyes landed on Vijaya, she chuckled, snapping the book shut. “Come to grace me with your presence?” Her teasing glance felt like silk, like flowers she did not yet quite know the name of. Roses, lilies, daisies.

“How could I not?” Vijaya stepped into the tent, admiring how the soft firelight played across Morrigan’s skin. “I am not so cruel to leave you waiting all night.”

Morrigan tutted, setting her staff aside to bury herself into her bedroll. “I have scorned lovers for far less.”

Vijaya snorted, removing her remaining pauldron. “That is me, yes. Softened by a life of indulgence.”

She lay down beside Morrigan, wrapping her broad arms around her. Vijaya let Morrigan unpin her braid, black curls falling to her waist, roughened by the road, but warm, smooth enough for Morrigan to run her fingers through with a satisfied hum.

“I was trying to tell the stars apart.” Vijaya said, pressing her lips to Morrigan’s cheek. “What do you call them- constellations? Leliana has tales for each of them.”

“I see.” Morrigan murmured, amused. “And how fares your endeavor?”

“Badly.” Vijaya admitted, for once. “They make my eyes water."

Morrigan laughed, tossing her leg over Vijaya’s waist. “Had quite enough of the sky now, have you?”

There was war beyond this tent, darkspawn pressing in at the edge of the forest. She was still of Orzammar. She knew that a blight was slow ruin, an endless apocalypse, a battle with no victors.

Vijaya kissed her anyway, slow and deep, one hand securing her hip, the other carding through her hair, pulling her closer. “I have much else to marvel at.”