#evunial

Lorant - He/him - LI: Lucanis

LUST: desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY: indulgence in experiences. savoring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY: motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED: resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH: calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE: confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH: assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanor. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

Evunial - He/Him - LI: Emmrich

LUST: desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY: indulgence in experiences. savoring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY: motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED: resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH: calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE: confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH: assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanor. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

Andi- She/Her - LI: Bellara

LUST: desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY: indulgence in experiences. savoring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY: motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED: resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH: calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE: confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH: assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanor. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

Hallen- They/Them - LI: Davrin

LUST: desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY: indulgence in experiences. savoring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY: motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED: resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH: calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE: confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH: assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanor. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

(They might as well be a lust demon LMAO)

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LUST: desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY: indulgence in experiences. savoring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

ENVY: motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED: resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH: calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE: confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

The Dalish think of Spirits as dangerous. Not the wild animals of demons but still something to avoid, to not give any mind to. He remembers the stories the elders would colorfully preach around the campfires when he was a kid. He remebers the lessons his Keeper would practically drive into his head.

And a part of Evunial knows that those ways of thinking was instilled to him affected him still.

Regrowing as a person in Treviso after the loss of his clan; after the streets of Antiva City almost killed him, invited more ways of thinking. He remembers the people hes observed in the docks or the markets, of the bars or cafes of Northern Thedas lands.

Riviani sailors bringing spirits along on their endevors, singing praises and laughing over stories together.

Nevarran scholars discussing the complexities and emotions of Spirits over wine and dusty books.

Tevinter mages binding spirits and using them for gain, for projects, for mere runes.

So a part of him knew what was in front of him, sharing this underwater cell with him, is something real. Something to not be messed with, but can bring comfort -if the Nevarrans words were true.

A Spirit of Hope.

The Spirit was brought here by sher force of will, a Tevinter Magister working her blood magic. Hope being locked by chain and might, but the spirits light never faltered. Day in, Day out. Minute by minute, there was Hope.

And as time went on he's learned what Hope stood for.

Hope is that you get out of here in a matter of days, hope relying on their combined strength. The spirit was supposed to be powerful yes, but his own magical strength was a factor too. Hope and their bitter cold, with his sharp and bright lighting.

Hope is that, while its been longer than the days, you start playing dirty, playing everyone against each other. His wife, a talented hunter, had taught him how to read the environment, during their excursions out into the wilds. He was able to read the faceless masks, the body languages of the robes and hands- the same hands that took her from him.

He was able to channel the anger held deep in his chest into Hope, and utter the right words offhandedly - to instill tension and occasionally- a fight amongst the Venatori. Something he's learned from Viago and Teia, not officially- but as a witness to just them.

Hope is that when things start getting bleak, you still hoped that the other crows would start getting concerned. Hope relying on Viago. His resolve always hardened when he thought of Viago. Remembering the countless times the man lectured him, about the mans obvious worry for him. The determination of those blue eyes to make him a Crow that honoured the name he now bore. The care on those late nights plagued by nightmares.

Viago would save him. And together they would figure out just how he was captured and fulfill contracts on those responsible. They would make the Venatori fear the crows once more.

He was sure of it.

Then hope became desperation.

Desperation during the nightmares of the night and the tortures of the day.

Nightmares of that fated night years ago. The screams, the fire. The scars now left on him, body and soul. The same masked faces that held him captive, slicing the life out of his clan, his wife…his unborn child.

Nightmares that dangled hope in front of his face, giving him hope that there was anything he could have done differently. New dreams changing that day for the better, a tweak to the truth before ultamately ending in failure…in death each time.

Torture of the day strapped to the tables. Blood drawn out of him, power drawn out of Hope. Their screams echoing the walls of the underwater ruins of his people, of his gods. The very ones that he prayed to for any last ditch effort of some hope, always being left unheard as more of his screams and blood left his body.

Torture as they started starving him, months into the medical and magical torture. The food given to him each day started to dwindle, leaving his faculties to suffer. His mind was starting to go, the same time Hope started to lose their light. Their own torture of being called Despair over and over again - forcing a slow tranformation from something so pure to something tainted with so much misery.

His body was withering away, as his will. His skin paler and more bruised, red angry lyrium scars being the only color. Hopes light dwindling, as their will. The bright blue of their form turning to a duller more cold and emotionless blue.

The hope of leaving here one day, the hope of relying on Viago, the hope of using their strengths as one - all turned sour.

They were thoughts of despair, despair of dying here. Despair of leaving behind a family, bringing dishonur to the De Riva name and failing yet another family. Despair of their strengths falling away to weaknesses. Despair that he would never gain revenge on the ones who took everything away from him.

Despair at once again being alone as the last dregs of Hope was dragged away from him, their heavily hollowed eyes blank as he weakly called out for them. Despair at going on days on end alone and almost forgotten, no food or Venatori mask to grace his presence.

Weakness as he too was dragged away suddenly one weak morning, being strapped to a table once more. The straps dug into his skin, pressing against bruised and almost scarred skin from previous torture. He felt numb to it. To it all.

It was just more blood taken, more blades marking his skin. More prayers left unanswered. The same old song and dance hes endured for almost a year now. At least what seemed like a year, the small hashmarks marking the walls of his cell telling him so.

But what he wasnt ready for was the sudden intense pain of a blood ritual. It hightened his nerves into intense shock, like he was going to be ripped apart. The lyrium scars glowed angry red, aiding the ripping feeling tenfold.

He was sure if he hadnt been a mage, hed be dead by now.

The pain grew so much to the point he started to pass out, his screams fading into grunts and crazed muttering. The lights that bounced from the waters behind glass, grew brighter. The sounds of his torture grew louder, the magister leader's laugh echoing the ruins.

And then everything went dark.

The dark stayed dark.

No nightmares. No dreams.

Just dark.

Almost peaceful, with only an echo of what once was despair.

But then the dark turned to greenery. Of a forest once known. Echoes of animals and the rush of a river. Greens of trees and the the glow of a warm sun above. But in the center was a woman. Jet black hair, matching his own. A slender but strong form dressed in a simple white flowy dress. Hazel eyes and a red vallaslin decorating a tender careing face.

A face he recognized.

Enasa. His wife.

And nestled in her arms a cooing sleeping form of a baby. Pink and freckled. Covered in a gentle fur blanket- the one they made together in preparation of their child coming.

And he knew then, he was dead.

He started to run to her, hope and joy bubbling up in his chest. His body was strong once again, the only scars covering him being his surgery scars under his pectorals and the twin ones of Venatori doing on his back and front.

He heared her laugh, he watched her smile grow. She called out to him and he answered back. Hope was back. His love, his child, his hope was back. Back in his arms, as he made it to her. His arms held her tight and close but being careful of the child between them.

The thing hes wanted for the last 9 years of his life.

"Im finally here." he breathed, after a shared kiss broke.

He watched Enasa's smile drop ever so slightly before cupping his cheek.

"You are, but its not your time."

With that, he was yanked back. The serene scene falling immediately and fading into the familiar sight of his cell.

He was alive.

Evunial de Riva was still fucking alive.

"We are"

Was hissed in his head and he groaned, the voice loud. But familiar…and then it dawned on him.

Hope.

Hope was stuck in him. What he thought was happening to those around him for the last year was real. So undeniably real as Hope appeared in his sight.

But it wasnt Hope.

The once familiar hopeful eyes of Hope now echoed his tired wary eyes. Eyes of misery.

The figure looked like a sunken version of himself, like his time on the streets of Antiva City. But..less…

The familiar light of Hope was gone.

"Hope?" he asked, voice gone and raspy. The screaming really did it in.

"Not Hope…Hope is gone." the hiss was back, combining with the old familiar voice.

"Then what are you…"

Lorant Mercar

Evunial De Riva

Andi Hawke

Hallen Ingellvar

Writing Pieces (posted):

Twisted Hope for Day 3 of Veilguard Appreciation week: It follows Evunial de Riva if he was the one trapped in the Ossuary and the spirit he was sadled with

My WIP back from Dec got some things added it it (its yet to be finished but sOON): It follows Lorant Mercar and Lucanis’ first time together in very heavily detailed smut. Its currently going over 4000 words in only first chapter so yeah thats why its taking so long lmao.

A Flirty Drabble Ask i got: this one follows Lucanis and Lorant

A Reflection TRuesdsy Tag brought to light a Dragon Age Inquisition wip fic that i apparently finished??? Ita called “Studies - Dorian x Mahanon Lavellan” - it follows a moment of quiet between Mahanon and Dorian, Dorian learning just a little bit more of Mahanon.

Writings (Non Posted)

My fav lines from a Evunial x Emmrich wip

“There you go…thats it…" Emmrichs voice was dripping in sin as it breathed its words against Evunials sensitive ears. The older man had him laid out and pinned against the stone examining table, fingers interlocked.

This absolutely filthy story idea for a Evunial x Emmrich, Emmrich talking Evunial through it 🥵 Heres a snippet i wrote to get the idea out of my head before i went ferral. Warning: Lemons ahead

His breath shuddered as he felt Emmrich slip inside him slowly, opening him up easily. He felt himself stretch, the burn of it easing away to pleasure as he relaxed. It had been awhile since he last had someone enter him, the latest events and the contract with Varric didnt leave much time to be alone or have a one nighter.

Oh but this, this was so much more than a one nighter.

The way the necromancer had worshipped his body, pulling whatever ache or pain he had in his limbs from them, felt like heaven. The gentle guidance of a skilled hand as he was brought to completion time and time again before their current position.

His legs were hiked up on Emmrichs hips, strong muscles latching himself firmly around the older. His wrists were pinned above his head by a single hand as kisses were pressed to his neck and the other hand gently played with a pert pink nipple.

Emmrichs dick filled him perfectly, almost feeling completely full.

Art pieces (Posted):

A Taash piece for Taash Week

Art pieces (Non Posted)

A new icon for me, a small piece for BBno$ recent art contest (i didnt submit it but i like it), an eye study on all my current Rooks + my Inquisitor, a practice doodle, and two pieces of my mourn watch Rook - Hallen (they them)

It was peacful out, the morning just beginning. The cool morning air barely held a breeze but held the smell of the bonfire from the night previous and the sweet morning dew that the clan started getting used to. The crows were waking, taking flight for a morning meal. The clans Halla friends waking as well, calling out in soft cries.

The waking atmosphere roused Evunial awake, a gentle groan coming from his lips as he stretched. Mismatched eyes blinked open soon after, his body getting resituated after its strech - going right back to feeling comfortable. Part of him knew he had to get up, his First duties calling to him, but the other part just wanted to stay in bed longer. Rest next to his wife longer. Be at peace, longer.

And he allowed that side win, just for a moment. He looked over at Enasa, curled up under the mound of furs they shared in their makeshift bed. More like nest, his brain supplied, with how round and down right comfortable it was.

His eyes adjusted to the slight darkness to their makeshift home, the sun light being hiden by cloth hanging where the window was. His eyes took in her form, black hair -that was in a small bun - now fanned out beneath her head, a few strands loose infront of her face. Her lips hung open just a tad, soft snores escaping them.

He wished for her eyes to open just a tad, so he could see those lovely hazel pupils look at him like they always did; full of love and devotion. Though he knew she needed her rest, the child she carried took any energy she had from her to use it against her bladder yesterday. How he wished he could settle the little one enough for his poor wife to sleep. But he knew it would be any day that their child would show, and then the real test of sleep and a new born would begin.

So for now he settled on just watching her sleep. He watched the rise and fall of her chest at each breath, only slightly uneven due to the size of her stomach. He watched the slight twitch of her nose, the furrow of her brow. He watched as she shifted suddenly, moving to lay on her side isntead of her back - face now fully facing him.

He felt his heart swell.

He moved carefully, a hand coming up from under the furs and caressing her stomach. He felt the reason of the sudden shift, a kick hitting his palm. He cuckled softly, rubbing the spot gently.

"Shh, ma' sa." he cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to the skin. "Let your mama sleep." He felt a weak kick before a press, as if it was relaxing into his palm. He felt his heart swell once more, feeling as if he could shed a happy tear.

"Oh little one…ma'sa…" he murmured, thumb rubbing gentle circles, "I cant wait to see you. Cant wait to hold you and never let you go."

"You'd have to give her up for feeding time, you know." Enasa's sleep filled voice called out.

He lifted his head from her stomach and a smile found his lips. He looked into her now open eyes, sleepy hazel pupils meeting his. He shifted to lean in and press a kiss to her lips, a gentle hum coming from her as she melted into it.

"Any moment spent not feeding will be in my arms. You grew and carried our little one for so long, only right I get my time too." he cooed, rubbing their noses together.

Enasa snorted softly and moved a warm hand from under the furs and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing against the small scar on his lip. "You have so many duties, Vhenan. You cant possibly take her to every single one." she teased.

Evunial laughed softly and pressed small kisses to the pad of her thumb. "Watch me." he grinned, "I never thought this could possibly be part of my life and Im soaking every waking second."

Enasa sighed lovingly as a smile graced her lips, shaking her head. "You, ma'lath, are ridiculous."

His hand moved to her hip and pulled her gently closer, "You, ma'arla, are the one who married me."

Enasa laughed and pulled him into another kiss, pulling him into a gentle dance. They reveled in the moment; hands gently caressing, legs tangling together.