Turns Out He Was Under My Blog, Drunk.

I’m really sorry I’ve been so distant lately and haven’t posted in weeks. The balance just hasn’t come like I would’ve liked yet. Between work and family and other personal situations (not issues, I don’t want anyone to read into that and think things aren’t good with me; things are actually pretty wonderful right now, just really busy), I really have a very limited number of hours in the week, and for the past few weeks I just really wasn’t looking to spend that time on Tumblr.

To the people who have stuck with me thus far, I very much appreciate it and I hope to be able to reciprocate that loyalty soon. To the people who noticed my absence and either worried or even reached out to me, thank you so much for your concern; it really does warm my heart to know some of you worried about why I wasn’t posting. And let me reassure you once again, things are really great, just busy.

So like I said, hopefully I’ll be able to start posting on a semi-regular basis again soon. I might rework things so that it’s a bit easier for me to be active and do some of things that I really enjoyed doing on my blog before.

Love you all!

From left to right: Rhachalle, Mir'lin and Xen'eth Lavellan

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From 9:41 Dragon on Inquisitor Lavellan may play a major roll in the political and religious life of all Thedas. But she had another life before the Divine Conclave, among her Clan, among her sisters. It was a more innocent time, probably.

9:32 Dragon

Usually Xen’eth looked forward when her older sister managed to take some time and accompany her on her hunting trips. Not that Mir’lin was an especially skilled hunter, or even a decent, reliable partner when it came to quietly follow prey. But Xen’eth did enjoy her company, and the herbs and mushrooms Mir’lin would bring along only added on her looking forward to their shared hunting trips.

Deeply obtained in these kind of thoughts, she sat on the floor at their tonight’s camp’s exit and counted the arrows in her quiver for yet another time, more out of boredom than of the will to prepare for her trip. Her heart bounced in anticipation as she heard the silent footsteps heading towards her.

Xen’eth lifted her glance from her fingers slowly caressing the dark feathers on the end of her arrows and grinned towards her older sister, who was approaching her in a quick pace. The slender bow on her back and the leathern quiver on her side were still an unexpected sight, but Xen’eth couldn’t restrain herself from a happy grin.

“Finally. Already thought you wouldn’t show.” She lowered her voice on purpose, because despite her own habits, most people of their clan denied to rise in the early morning lights if they didn’t go on a hunting trip. Xen’eth had no certain understanding of these kind of habits. She loved the dusky morning hours, while the peace of the night still lingered quietly above the glowing grey of the rising morning. But Mir’lin’s face clearly told another story.

“Tell me again, why we have to start that early?” Mir’lin asked slowly while faking an extended yarn.

“Maybe you should have woken that lover of yours. Guess she could have… get you started pretty easily.” Xen’eth teased, devilishly enjoying the sight of Mir’lin’s right cheek coloring in a deeper shade of pink.

“Rana was up already as I left. Can we go now? If you didn’t intended to leave early in the morning, I could as well have slept in longer!” Mir’lin obviously tried to change the subject. Xen’eth only shrugged and led the way out of the camp and into the dense green woods. She briefly considered asking Mir’lin if something between her and Rana was ad odds, but then decided not to interfere with her sister’s love life. At least not until they were out of earshot from the camp side.

As soon as they left the encampment behind them, Xen’eth turned around to her sister walking a few feet behind her. She was quite sure no one was around them to eavesdrop, but she still kept her voice lower again.

“You are aware, I don’t intent to hunt… ordinary prey today, right?” She shot Mir’lin a wicked grin as she noticed the smug, asymmetric smile on her sister’s face. One should think she’d gotten used to the fact that her sister could only move the unharmed side of her face, but Xen’eth still felt a small pang of compassion every time it came to her mind, even though the accident laid years behind by now.

“I assumed so. Which city are we heading for today?” Mir’lin did seem to wake up in the meantime, her looks cleared up and her smile became intense again. Xen’eth felt a slight rush of relief by her sister’s words. She certainly made no secret about sneaking into cities and well, let’s call it trading, for the Creators’ sake, her goods there. But she also knew that some of the clan’s member weren’t exactly fond of her doing. And as secretive as Mir’lin could behave sometimes, Xen’eth could never be sure, if her sister disapproved of her actions or if she simply didn’t cared enough about them.

“Kirkwall, I guess. We should be there shortly after noon.” She answered briefly, because her mind was already searching for ideas of why her sister had insisted to accompany her. Mir’lin usually never went along her trips to the shem’len cities, only along her regular hunting trips, and even those only sometimes.

“So… What exactly are you searching for in the big city?” Xen’eth continued, even though she was not precisely content with her blunt way of asking. She certainly could do better. But surprisingly Mir’lin seemed eager to answer her anyway.

“Well, to be honest: I was hoping we could find some small pieces of gold. For… ornaments.” Xen’eth rose her eyebrows in astonishment. She couldn’t remember anyone from their clan had ever worn anything with golden ornaments on it. Unnecessary trinkets, as their mother would call them. She shot her sister a questioning glance. She could see how Mir’lin considered brushing her off like this, but then she gave in.

“Rana told me, her clan handled things differently. They were allowed to wear jewelry that isn’t plainly useful.” Xen’eth laughed under her breath, one finger brushing over her wooden earrings, which still drew agitated glances from her mother. Oh, Deshanna Lavellan obviously disliked anything that was only meant for pleasure and lacked a practical value. No one could sing this song better than herself!

“Rana told you that, hm? What did you do to her that you have to organize something glittering as a redemption? Fucked her sister?” Xen’eth smirked at the simple thought of it. Her sister and her beloved were way too boring to even look at other women. Both of them, even though Rana at least was some fun. Unlike Mir’lin who usually buried herself in her alchemistic stuff. Except for the times her experiments blew up half of the camp again. Which was fun at least, Xen’eth added silently.

“I did no such thing!” Mir’lin outraged, the cheek which wasn’t covered in burned scars, reddening once again. Xen’eth actually found it thrilling how easily it was to startle her sister up. Almost too easy.

“Actually… I need it for something… special.” Mir’lin added, her shoulders slouching forward now, chewing nervously on her lower lip. There definitely was something different her sister held back. Mir’lin brushed her palm over forehead and cheek nervously, before she found the courage to speak up again. She reached out for one of her pockets and drew something out of it, hidden by her closed hand.

“What’s that?” Xen’eth pointed her chin towards Mir’lin’s still closed fist, now seriously curios.

“As I said. Rana’s clan uses to keep much closer contact to human settlements, so they trade on a regularly basis. Like that, they have easier access to gold and… well ornament special gifts with it.” Mir’lin opened her tightened fist as she spoke, and Xen’eth caught herself gasping as she recognized the small gift Mir’lin had obviously crafted for Rana.

The slender ring in the color of the redwood trees laid exposed on Mir’lin’s slightly shaking palm. Xen’eth shot her a quick look to ensure she was allowed to take a closer look before she reached out for it. She noticed the delicate carvings on it, even though she couldn’t make out the meaning behind them.

“I asked Rhachalle to help me with the elven runes. It says Ma Bellanaris. My eternity.” Xen’eth frowned by her sister’s words. So she truly meant it.

“You’re going to ask her to bond with you!” She exclaimed, louder than she had intended to. Not that she would care. They were midst in the woods, not a soul around them to hear them. Her thoughts started racing at the newly realized information. But she surely couldn’t wrap her mind around one thing.

“Mother is going to kill you.” She objected briefly. Which was the truth, probably. Their mother would definitely not going to feel delighted for her second-born to choose a way that may never actually lead to her desired grandchildren with magical abilities. But Mir’lin only shot her a small, sad smile.

“Let’s hope not. She will object, for sure. But I hope she’ll understand. Not today, nor tomorrow. But one day. Maybe.” Xen’eth knew she should feel happy for her sister now. Her sister, who was about to bond with the love of her life. It must be selfish of her, but all she could think about was the pressure that their mother would now lay on Rhachalle’s and her shoulders.

“You know all she ever wanted was to craft the perfect mage. Her glorified dream of a perfect Keeper. How do you think she’ll react if you tell her, you won’t give her those children either?” Xen’eth tried to hold her anger back, but she could tell it wouldn’t work. Mir’lin’s face gloomed with displeasure. It was obvious she had thought their dialogue to take a different turn.

“I know I was her greatest hope for that, yes. With you obviously not interested in any kind of commitment, and Rhach not interested in any kind of social interaction at all… But I can’t change it.” Mir’lin took a deep breath before she locked her greenbrown eyes on her own.

“Neither of us can change who we are. Us not being the kind of daughters she expected us to be, can’t be our problems. At all.”

Xen’eth sighed. Of course she was right. Unlike Rhachalle she had never actually tried to live up to their mother’s impossible standards. Yet she was well aware of how uncomfortable their live would become if they’d really piss their mother of.

“Come on. Let’s get you some gold for Rana’s bonding ring. Congrats, sister. The two of you definitely deserve some luck!”

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If someone is interested in how the story continues, you can read the rest on my AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5639446/chapters/12987439

This is Nettie, my little Nord baby. She was kidnapped and brought to Cyrodil because her kidnappers, enemies of her father(Ulfric), thought “we can use her as bait to Ulfric and also to get information out of her”. So they tortured her to get whatever information they’re looking for but as a result, she ends up with amnesia. Eventually, she is able to escape on her own and goes back to Skyrim to figure out where she came from, but the only lead she has is a ring with Ulfric’s name engraved on it.

I’m still working on her story, this is all I have so far.

This is sharon, he is a demon who can alter time and space at any given moment, most of the time though he just messes with people, he lives off the energy of hateful souls and lost people. The easier they are to trick into making a deal with him the better. Hes a nice guy usually though, if he ever had any close friends he would take care of them. However since hes kind of an asshole he doesnt get many friends. Hes easily hurt, falls in love to easy, hard to kill but easy to kill mentally if you can actually find a weak spot past his gigantic ego.

I hope you like him ;u;

Since I haven’t posted her on my blog yet, I figured what the heck, I’d offer my little vengeance elf out for Sharing Day.  I don’t have a picture, so, here we go~!

Appearance: 5'4" tall, wiry frame with very understated curves, 115 pounds.  Long, often unkempt black hair to her butt.  Pale peach skin, scarred in many places from wolf and bear wrestling.  Narrow black (not brown but black) eyes that often seem to absorb light into them.  Full, soft pink lips.  Elgar'nan vallaslin on her face, covering almost one entire side.  Tends to wear what she can find rather than bothering to go out and buy or make clothing for herself.  Being imprisoned meant mostly wearing Chantry clothes rather than anything else.

Personality: Originally vengeful and angry, now resigned to her fate at either being imprisoned the rest of her life or executed when Leliana tires of keeping her alive.  Hates humans, but is soft and kind to injured and lost animals, especially young ones.  Very strong believer in the Dalish religion and teachings.  Hates the Chantry, but will give them some respect for making skilled warriors.  Slowly leaning to trust others beyond herself and her now-slain packmates.  Suffers from PTSD.

Class: Warrior (with a small side of shapeshifter)

Orientation: Heterosexual

Paired With: Sebastian Vael

Backstory: Adanne’s father was a Dalish hunter with the clan in the Brecilian Forest and her mother was the Lady, through a series of complicated events.  She lived away from the Dalish clan for some time, until the Warden came tromping in and returned the humans to themselves, then lived with her father in his clan.  Her father died to protect several of the clan’s curious children from shem, leading to her initial distrust and hatred of humans, which was only added to as time went on.  She made her own clan, away from her father’s people, as they either babied her (her father had some mental disabilities) or they treated her as if she were the second coming of her mother.  She made her clan with the last scraps of lycans who remained and the other “unwanted” Dalish children.  She was actually very happy…before more humans showed up and pretty much exterminated them.  Not at all happy with this, Adanne (at the tender age of about 14-15) put together an army, running a scorched earth policy across Ferelden in order to destroy the kingdom and teach a lesson to the other countries who might be thinking of messing with her and hers.  In time, she actually reached Denerim, nearly killing King Alistair and managing to kill the Hero of Ferelden before she was stopped and imprisoned in the Chantry - what was considered a “Fate Worse Than Death” for the very devout follower of the elfin gods.  As such, she attempted escape nearly every day and thus was moved from Chantry to Chantry.  She was also given time to think, her anger cooling very, very slowly until only distrust of humans remained.  And by the time she was moved into the dungeons of Starkhaven’s Chantry, she was filled mainly with regret for the hurts she had inflicted upon her army and those innocents she had killed; but, she was also still angry, still filled with hate toward the humans that had taken her from her own land.  She escaped her cell and nearly the walls five times that month.  And that was how she met Sebastian Vael, the Mythal to her Elgar'nan.

I hope you enjoy her.  I haven’t finished banging out too much more about her, and I don’t want this to be too long!

What’s 6'9", can set things on fire, and generally dislikes Templars? That be Akri Adaar, apostate mage at your service. He’s got his attitude problems, but deep down he’s all right as long as you’re not a Templar. If you’re a Templar you might need to prepare to eat fireball. Akri was just living his life, doing Vashoth-y things until he gets blown out of the sky and now people are calling him Herald of Andraste. He doesn’t even believe in Andraste. Oh well, beats being dead.

Facts

Akri is obviously a mage, but he winds up with the Knight Enchanter Arcane Warrior specialization. Elven pride, maybe? Elven pride, most likely.

He’s an elf-blood. It’s a funny story that that ends in his pregnant mother fleeing Par Vollen with his father. They’re married now and sickeningly adorable together. He’s the second son (his older brother is Kaaras Adaar)* 

Akri’s interested in riding the Bull. He’s never been with another qunari, so it’s going to be quite the rodeo. 

Despite his intimidating face and questionable taste in eye makeup, he has a gorgeous voice. In fact, he sings like an angel. Now if only he could get over his terrible case of stage fright. 

Makes people from Kirkwall wonder if Anders reincarnated into a qunari. He’s so pro-mage it hurts. Mostly Templars. Did I mention he hates Templars? 

You can get Akri to do pretty much anything as long as you give him enough honey. He loves honey.

*Akri and Kaaras are Inquisitors in a parallel universe dynamic. Where one is Inquisitor, the other is alive and comes along later.