#onceihadadream

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Let’s do Levy because I never actually talk about Levy and the he was the OG OC despite being a background character:

3 -  Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC. You’ll unfortunately (or fortunately??) have to deal with some Dragon Age fanfiction because there isn’t much in terms of original work for him!

Levy wondered when it had gotten so heavy. Not just the air, the atmosphere, despite the dark clouds and static rolling overhead to signal a coming storm, though there was that, but the weight in his limbs - and not just his one leg. Both hurt, ached, and in the mornings his head felt too stuffed to lift. Maps, treaties, negotiations, the blighted nightmares took up more space than he had, sometimes, and it left him with a headache from the moment he opened his eyes to the wee hours when he could close them again for longer than a blink.

Sometimes he wished to be back in the Circle, to be swept up in its routines and its walls. He at least understood his fears. Here, on the road, outside, he had no idea what awaited him around the corner. His anxieties were endless, one after the other, with no relief in sight. Not until he or Alistair brought down the Archdemon.

And what a weight that was without all the secondary necessities.

Levy buried his head in his pillow and groaned. It turned less angry and more grateful when a warm hand ran up his spine to cup his shoulder, fingers digging in deep into the muscle there. Leverette rolled onto his side and goosebumps prickled along his skin as fingers trailed down his arm.

“Up, up, amor,” Zevran said, soft, with a smile too sharp to match. “Beauty rest does not good when you get too much of it, you know.”

Levy gave him a smile for it. He didn’t feel beautiful. He felt tired and old and sore. His eyes refused to focus and it took more than he cared to admit to even sit up. He rubbed hard at his eyes with the heel of his hands until Zevran took one in his own grasp. Levy gave it a small squeeze and braced himself as Zevran pulled him upright. He grunted as he shifted his weight and hopped forward on his good leg to balance. Zevran only held on tighter, pulling him close. It took even more than before not to simply lean against the elf.

He flushed when Zevran chuckled.

“Have no worried, amore, I have you.”

9 -  Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?

The car accident he got into a few years ago. His dad was hurt really badly and he thought he was going to lose him, too, since Levy’s mom died when he was a baby, and also took his leg. 

20 -  Post a picture or gif that describes your OC.

All of my ocs get an animal associated with them! it started as a fun way to tag them when i was writing on my personal blog and i always went with animals that both looked like them and had lifestyles similar to the personalities of my ocs. Like Savill is a ferret (a stinky little shit who can get away with anything) and Fahleon is a kite (since that’s the species of bird Ada is). 

That is an epic name, she sounds like a deity!...

Thank you for the ask!

12 -  who are your character faceclaims?

I’ve very bad at faceclaims so very very few of my ocs have one. The only one that does have one is Desire (Red Velvet Cupcakes), which is Anne Hathaway. 

14 -  which character’s name do you like the most?

Cuthford (Red Gold). I was trying to make him sound butler-y since he works with Wren to protect the woods but I ended up making it silly instead! Especially since in his human form he’s been nicknamed Curt and he absolutely hates it. 

23 -  which character has the best handwriting? worst?