#i let her speak orlesian you cant stop me

[spainkitty]

Shout out to @sillyliterature for tagging me in things!! I love being tagged. Also, I really love and am obsessed with my Lanil (Surana) Lavellan oc. While about 80k of her as the Inquisitor has been written, I've gone down a rabbit hole of "What if Lanil had stayed in the Circles and joined the official Mage Rebellion instead?" so here we go 🤗 My amgry gorl~ living in my head rent free~ I might do this again from my handers/fenhanders fic because I know sillylit loves Anders as much as I do.

So basically this is like Find The Word, but with a phrase instead, or if you don’t have it, something with a similar vibe. The phrase is: This can't be real.

My phase: I don't quite have that in this fic, but I did have "You can't seriously [...]"

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“You can’t seriously be going without me?” Lanil demanded. Fiona’s mouth twitched, her dark eyes amused. Lanil immediately looked away, scowling as heat suffused her cheeks.

“I am more than capable of travelling to Val Royeaux alone, although I will be taking a few mages with me, if that will assuage your concern,” Fiona said at last. “I do not want to seem as if I’m bringing a fight with me. Pardon me for saying so, Lanil, but you walk into a room like you’re walking into a fight.

“Can you blame me after this year?” Lanil muttered. “So, the Herald… are they really a qunari?”

“She is. I suppose the term is Tal-Vashoth, if the reports are true and she is not of the Qun. It may be impertinent to ask in the same breath I ask for aid,” Fiona said dryly.

Lanil smirked and shrugged. “I doubt a real Qun-loving qunari would let themself be called the Herald of Andraste.”

“I’m still not sure if this is a good idea,” Fiona said with a quiet sigh. “We’ve already seen what little the Chantry is able to do for us." She waved in the vague direction of… out there, where, yes, rebels that refused to join Redcliffe tore up the countryside, but also where roving packs of violent Templars wandered and cut down any mage or mage sympathizer, violent or not, they happened to see. “And both the Right and Left Hand of the Divine are heading this Inquisition.”

“The late Divine. But... Connor did say Arl Teagan told him that a former Templar is their Commander, too,” Lanil said with a grimace. Fiona’s lips pursed slightly, eyes narrowing. “A Templar from Kirkwall.”

Fiona pressed fingers to her temples. Lanil, as always, couldn’t help but be impressed by Fiona’s control. She herself would have at least cursed out loud by now. Lanil wondered if Fiona had always been able to do that, or was it something she made herself learn?

“Perhaps Linnea is right,” the Grand Enchanter whispered. Her eyes caught on the warrior statuette and she took it in hand again, rolling it between her palms. “How many more refugees have come this week?”

“About a dozen, and maybe three are actually capable of helping defend the keep. The only mages with any sort of combat skill are out in the fucking hills making it worse for everyone. We need to stick together or we’re all going to be hunted and cut down like nugs at this point,” Lanil snarled, lightning crackling at her fingertips.

“Or perhaps we’ll let you loose on the Templars and apostates alike so you might glower them into submission,” Fiona teased. Her voice was weary, quiet, but her dark eyes gleamed. Lanil glared at the nearest wall and crossed her arms over her chest. Her mouth was twitching, though, and her heart felt lighter. “The general opinion? Any increase in Tevinter sympathies?”

Lanil groaned and rolled her eyes upwards. She knew Fiona bringing up Linnea didn’t bode well. “Yes, all right, there are more people pushing for sending word to Tevinter, but it’s definitely not the majority. Linnea is two seconds away from running for the hills and going staff-happy on the countryside herself, don’t listen to her, Grand Enchanter. We don’t need them. They’re slavers.”

“And so many of us are elves…” Fiona frowned. “Our choices are a heretical Chantry organization and a mage-friendly slave nation. We’re not even sure either would help.”

“You need to get the Arl to contact the King,” Lanil said flatly. Fiona’s eyes flickered towards her and away. “He put us here. He promised us aid.”

“He promised us shelter. He did not promise us soldiers.”

“Then, ask for them! Fuck the Chantry, or Inquisition, whatever, and fuck the Vints, too. Do you think the King and Queen would give us Redcliffe just to let the Templars burst in and slaughter us!? The King obviously cares a little. Wynne was his advisor for years, Orzammar has its own Circle and the King and Queen refused to break the alliance with King Bhelen to support an Exalted March, and Anders…” Fiona raised a hand to stop her, but Lanil barrelled on anyway, “The Warden-Commander, King Alistair’s well-known friend and advisor, made Anders a Grey Warden. She protected him! Not only that, she’s an elf. They appointed an elf a Bann of the Denerim Alienage. They care about mages and elves both. The King is our best bet and you--”

“Surana, be silent.”

Lanil’s mouth snapped shut. It wasn’t often Fiona used that tone of voice, and it never failed to send prickles down Lanil’s spine. Instantaneous obedience. Silence fell hard between them and fire crackled in the fireplace. Fiona’s fingers curled around the statuette she held, enveloping it in her fist.

“Let us see how the Herald responds to my invitation first. I’ll return from Val Royeaux as swiftly as I am able,” Fiona said decisively. There was no arguing with that tone. Lanil inhaled and exhaled roughly through her nose. Fiona smiled and crossed the room. Gently, she cupped Lanil’s face in her hands, dark eyes tracing over Lanil’s features and meeting her stormy grey glare. “Mon petite tempête, you will take care of our people while I am away.”

“Of course,” she grumbled.

#orlesian #dao surana #lavellan dai #dragon age fiona #i let her speak orlesian you cant stop me #dont be so pretentious it's French #kitty writes a thing #What if Lavellan is Surana and What if Surana never became Lavellan #what me tangle myself into too many threads im drowning #writeblr #tag the phrase #Lanil My Precious #dragon age fanfiction #in the calling fiona had dark brown eyes #so fuck dai for changing that WHY did they change that ugh

[mommydragon-of-all]

OC Interview Meme

This looks fun. Also some answers drastically differ depending on around what time this "interview” takes place. So i got thinking and since I was tagged by@sakurabunnie who’s getting to know my pre-inquisition Soren, i choose to time this before Inquisition. Then i was tagged by dear @hadiden-lavellan too, but by then i was halfway through his post, and hey why not, some looking back :) Thank you both!!!! :3333

For Soren (Lavellan):

1. What is your name?

“A lot of people have called me by a lot of names. You can call me Soren.”

2. What is your real name?

“It is actually Soren. Yep, just Soren. I lost my original belonging and i didnt take any of my families surnames. Not permanently nor in any way official.”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

“Oh well, my parents wanted a pair of short and strong names that ring together, even if they had to get a bit creative. Also, as i learned, a pair of names that can be lilted and growled equally well haha “

4. Are you single or taken?

“i am free like a bird. Does your nest have some extra space on a cold night by the way?”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“Im a highly trained assassin, among … other things. If you ever get in trouble… *slides over a strange little object* flash this around the shady parts of any city. They will take care of the rest. But for your lives sake, do not try to lie”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“ I dont think i ever used that alias… “

7. What’s your eye color?

“Oohhh you are welcome to gaze into them closer, yes ;) no low light excuses, they have their own, so just lean over… “

8. How about your hair color?

“ Oh yes that is harder to tell in different lights. Its dark red, like good wine or blood from the liver .”

9. Have you any family members?

“ I have tons. If you meant blood relation… other than my twin sister i have some distant family. Literally distant even, like few and far between, out in the world. Some of us exchange awesome birthday gifts some years though, regardless of the exact date. Who has time to time that. “

(Scattered by the wind, but firmly standing like the trees)

10. Oh? What about pets?

“ Sadly animals are deadly afraid of me. It takes just a sniff to run for dear life… Even predators… it takes a special blend of proud and crazy to befriend me it seems. I would kill for such treasures. Like that Hart i once fought for an apple in that deep forest and lately rode to far destinations… i think it starts to get even attached!!! If he sticks around im gonna call him Captain. But remember, Dont go close to him! For your dear life, please dont. He is easy to recognize. Big as a mountain and looks like “Oh, Shit”. “

(’Where to, Captain?’)

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

“ Those things are about to change. Or drop in numbers significantly in the world. Just wait. …as truly as i want to mean that, unfortunately some things never change. Like the darkness in people, festering hearts. There will always be things like betrayal, prejudice, hatred, discrimination, envy, greed, cruelty,... i could go on. People who mostly keep themselves above those shades of their nature are all worth to be protected.“

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

“ Oh there are so many awesome things in the world and so many exciting things to do! I cant even count them. Like there’s hunting dragons for one! Speaking of hunting, there is also treasure hunt and demon hunt and manhunt and wyvernhunt and countless others, the bigger and meaner the better! But then theres also MAGIC! Do you have any idea how awesome that is? Everything magic and everything it touched. Putting together and using magic objects for so many things! And spells??? Potions, lotions, weapons... And there are also PEOPLE! The most magical thing is the warm light in ones heart. And they are so various and unique! There are different languages and codes and symbols and oh the stories! And dance and music and pleasures and laughing and caring and helping and…. oh … haha… im sorry, are you awake? Please ask away. “

(’Ah, what a beautiful day!’)

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

“ I think you snoozed off and forgot about my profession already. :)  “

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

“ Hahaha oh these sharp and pointy things and stuff arent for chopping and cooking vegetables either.”

15. What kind of animal are you?

“Pfffft i am my own species! Hehe! A unique hybrid i guess! But definitely a big animal, yes. Sis’ won that argument long ago, so there you have the answer. “

16. Name your worst habits.

“Hmm? What?” (*Muffs out with one of the interviewers -already leafed through-notebooks between his sharp teeth, booth on table...*) Hey! That is… how did you… *sigh*... nevermind  

(exhibit 99: ‘”I’ll go straight there!”)

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“My sister, definitely. She is the best. She is indestructible in every way i swear! Gotta be the strongest person alive. She is also really cool. But hot. I mean explosive! Not that shes not hot, technically... she is my female version after all haha. And caring for me with great big sister love (*mumble*:even if i am like 5 minutes older), but dont spread that ;) Might harm her notoriety.  I also look up to several of my tutors and many other people for many different reasons. People can be so many kinds of amazing.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“You can not expect me to label my interests in a world full of so many differently beautiful people with warm hearts.”

19. Do you go to school?

“Yes. Life. 24/7. Got less intense since i learned how to survive and sustain myself, and grew a strong body to back up my needs and will, but there are always new things to learn and lessons you never asked for too. I had some actual teachers along the way too, but lately mostly i just teach myself what i dont just encounter by diving into new things. Which is not only fun by the way, you are bound to learn a few things. Then there are books, theories, researching, digging, honing instincts and reflexes, combining and refining techniques or theories, trial and error... Life is a bottomless school “

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“Wow, wow, you mean like.. babies? Sweet Fade, i wouldnt dare breathe their way, they are so fragile... little young PEOPLE, persons who arrived so recently and understand so little and cant even tell whats up just cry and i cant understand them, i understand every language but i can not understand babies for my life and ... and... thats terrifying! And do you have any idea how EASY it is to kill someone? And then there is that small bundle of vulnerability, my proximity could be lethal to it! And .... *sigh*... sorry just... It all would depend on that special person i might find who would want to keep me for life, for better or worse, and if they wanted kids... even if babies, i would be on board. I would do anything for that special someone. Even learn baby care... Bigger kids, well, i already have :D . In good care. If any of them were to be taken under my constant and indirect care, would depend on a lot of things. Right now they are much safer otherwise.”

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

“Most certainly ;D.But none of them know much about me, of course. With that comes a transformation of those feelings”

22. What are you most afraid of?

‘Im not afraid of ANYTHING!” *eyes instantly betraying* “Fine, fine, gotta be loss. Ironic, isnt it, for i have but what is on my person. Replaceable come and goes. Im mostly afraid of losses that arent even really “mine”, but others. Loved ones or even barely known ones loosing their lives or their light. Loosing my sister, myself, my heart... that is all i am. The only thing i cannot live without is my heart, i AM my heart, and loosing pieces of it or have it broken or freezing through a hole... I hate how selfish that is. But yeah. There you go. I still tend to leave pieces of it everywhere, and it only grows with that, funny how that works, but it also tends to get wounded on every turn. I fear the numbing cold. I fear the day when i cant hold it together and go on anymore.”

(from “When you are away”)

23. What do you usually wear?

“What you see is my whole wardrobe, hahah. But i shift and change to blend in from the dirt of Orzammar’s dust town to the shining halls of Orlesian palaces. Its fun.  What i like to wear mostly are well covering clothes, that allow a great scale of mobility, but not baggy to catch on things. Made of high quality materials only. My clothes MUST be of great quality materials, more for comfort than durability. Heightened overall senses arent always fun. Oh and for outer wear i like leather, especially dragonskin stuff for light armor, and long boots are the only footwear i acknowledge, some with high heels, and a matching pair of long gloves from soft fine leather are necessary too. Long coats from mostly leather and all the necessary leather straps and harnesses and pouches and belt too of course. If it counts, all my current favorite necklaces with magical pendants and bracelets are a constant wear too. It also doesnt hurt if my clothes look great. But fine materials tailored to my body and my needs usually bring that effect without further touches.”

(*his gear gotta let his smooth ass move*)

24. Do you love someone?

“I love all good people. ...and some others”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

"Bahahahhahaa now thats some blunt question! It deserves to be answered truthfully. I wish i could say when i was a baby, but truth is i think it happened a few times during the wilder rides of intense poison training with blood magic assistance, but im not really sure, i was barely conscious through those parts from pain and all kinds of nasty sensations, i came to my senses naked and tucked in after them. I never do extreme limit pushing training alone. There were also times when i was subject to some blood spells and experiments unwilling too. I have some suspicious blurry memories that i have made all sorts of messes. Egh. Lets move on to more fun questions”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

“Perfect!”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

“I live outside of such systems. But i took part in every class during my life, thanks to current families or goals.”

28. How many friends do you have?

“Plenty, but one cant have too many. Helping each other goes a long way. I tend to make some friends everywhere i go, but i have few close friends. The closest one is my sis’. She knows me more than i know myself, and she is always there for me, at any cost.”

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Pie? One of the most fun cakes. It was invented for throwing i swear!”

30. Favourite drink?

“Hmmmm... old, red wine, hot and seasoned, spiced with a nice kick of that special antivan poison blend. I dont recommend you trying it, but you dont know what you’re missing out.”

31. What’s your favourite place?

“Wherever i am welcome.”

(*one favorite place example. It is not Where, it is Who*)

32. Are you interested in someone?

“I am interested in everyone. Are you fishing for some special interest?”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“Hahahha oh you never disappoint! Well, it was a long time ago when i last i wore a bra, back when i could still pull off the young girl appearance, to get in paces and so on. I always made sure to have a proportional but quite evident bosom. Oh it was such fun, my long hair helped too, and i dished out that act spot on! Like that time in Val Royeaux, when the heads i turned waltzing in as part of a rich antivan court were spinning all around in frantic search in the chaos, while i walked right out as a male servant. Oh sorry, i got distracted. You also asked about my “willy” if i recall correctly. If you would like to measure it so badly we can discuss that later ;) “

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

“Hmmm.... whichever promises more sunk treasures and secrets. Some lakes hide quite the surprises let me tell you.”

(’Looks like a perfect place for some diving..’)

35. What’s your type?

“My type of what, exactly, dear? ;)”

36. Any fetishes?

“I am very flexible in many ways, let me tell you, in case you are planning to bend me to your will. And if id have some suggestions, well, let it remain a little mystery for now ;p”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

“Depends. What would you like me to be?”

38. Camping or indoors?

“Nothing beats a warm bed and a well secured resting place. Especially with my... condition, and experiences”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

“Are you kidding me? You have such awkward, uncomfortable questions... Let me get a new round of drinks for us and lets do this till morning!” “What do you mean new round... when did this cup of hot wine get here? It has my name on it??? What the... I better go i think.”

40. Now it’s over!

“What? Oh come on, we just got to some really “embarrassing” parts! Talking about “embarrassing”, would you like to hear the story of my encounter with this qounari dreadnought captain and ended up on board to Ostwick? Maybe you can tell me some stories yourself too in exchange..” *puppy eyes+shining grin combo* “Well, im not exactly in a hurry...” “Excellent!” *shifts closer and pours more wine*

I tag @quizzikemen @pelle-lavellan @hadiden-lavellan @sakurabunnie @elalavella @nipuni and everyone who wants to do it! For those who already did this consider this a tag for another OC! Gotta love them all :D (if you feel like doing it. I always feel like reading it)

#finally i got around to finish this post #soren lavellan #oc meme #dragon age inquisition #dual wield assassin #male lavellan #screenshots

[spudprincess]

Love Letters

It had taken her days to agonize over it. Nights to rationalize it. Whether or not she should even write it. Feelings were one thing, making them known was a completely different story. One was watching a storm roll by from the safety of your window, the other was going for a swim in the center of it, bare of everything but your skin. But she wanted to know. No, she needed to know more than she needed anything else in her life.

She had barely slept, burning down several candles from her store, as well as several more she had pilfered from a few of the merchants and forgotten tables. She had gone through nearly a stack of some of Haven’s nicer parchment, bartered quietly from lady Josephine. A dozen quills lay scattered across her chamber's floor, as well as small puddles of ink and empty wells. It was the single most excruciating task of her life, even compared with her harrowing.

But there was a daintily folded letter in her inkstained hands, sealed with her delicate white floral signet. The ring was heavy on her finger, the remaining tie to her family. But...Tabris was her family now. The only family she had in this war-torn time. Someone who was there for her, someone who had risked life and limb for her. Someone who had brought her back from the brink of death.  

Beau huffed quietly, blowing her bangs out of her face before straightening her headband. Gloves on to hide the evidence of her agonizing and muffle the world. Back straight and proud like the Orlesian she was. There was no use fretting about it anymore. There was no time like the present. Straight to the upper halls, where she would be having morning tea.

“Tabs?” Her voice warbled and she winced at the tone of her voice. She sounded desperate and scared. Which would have been terrible...if she wasn't desperate and scared. Nothing would come out of it. There was no way she would lose her best friend over some unrequited feelings, but he whispered in the back of her mind, what if, what if, what if.

What if she did…?

Tabris looked up from her painted teacup, her warm dark gaze sweeping over the smaller girl and the smile that was reserved only for her parted those darkly painted lips. It took a moment for Beau to remember just how to breathe. “You need something?” her voice was music and she shifted, the particular scent of sandalwood and pachouli lifting within the hall’s air, tickling the Orlesian’s nose.

Beau thrust the letter into her friends marked hands, trying to ignore the tremble of her own. She watched Tabbi’s well manicured eyebrows raise into the perfumed wave of her hair, and she cocked her head in question to her friend. "I just needed to." Beau stated in a rush, trying to unsuccessfully ignore the way her cheeks heated as she desperately attempted to explain herself to her friend. "I want you to know...because I cant say it."

"Alright." It was the soft voice that she reserved for patients, and Beau felt her gut clench as Tabbi spoke. "At least sit with me?" She motioned to the secondary stool set on the other side of the table. Spread with a teapot and a pair of cups, it was almost as if she had expected her. Or perhaps, Beau noted with a small wince, had been wanting her to join her but had never asked.

The smaller mage settled onto the rough hewn stool, trying to shrink down as small as she could, before Tabris reached out and poured her a steaming cup of tea. Beau accepted it with a small nod of thanks, wincing as she took a sip of the deeply smokey liquid. It was hot and bitter on her tongue, and the gooseflesh crawled down her skin as she heated to the cool hall air. Her gaze wandered up from the edge of the cup to watch her friend gently pry apart the seal with a finger and unfold the single sheaf of paper, her hands delicate against the ivory.

She offered a soft hum of acknowledgement and Beau remained frozen in the seat, tea at her lips as she watched the path her friend's eyes took across the paper, watched the small furrow of her brow, watched the tiny quirk of her mouth. There was no look of abhorration on her face, no curling of her lip in disgust. Beau's heart rattled against her ribs loudly, her fingers shaking against the cup. Terror was not something she was unfamiliar with, but listening to the seconds pass by in the garden, she would rather stare down a templar's blade once more than deal with another moment of waiting.

Tabris finished quickly, her expression carefully neutral as she refolded the letter, tucking it down beside their saucers before she rose slowly and deliberately, moving to her seated companion. Tabbi lifted the teacup from Beau's frozen hands, before she brushed her hands down the chestnut locks and cupped her cheeks, a warm smile playing over her face. "I am flattered Beau," Her voice was soft and her dark thumb brushed across a pale cheek. "You know just how important you are to me. I do love you as well," Beau's heart swelled at the words, but deflated slightly at her next, "but not as you clearly do for me. You know I do not love that way...But..." she leaned down to press her forehead against the smaller mage's, caging them in the soft fall of her dark hair, before she leaned down to press her mouth gently against the other girl's.

Everything was Tabris, Beau was drowning in her. Her scent, her taste, her touch. She was the center of everything and nothing else needed to exist but her. She reached up timidly, her gloved fingers brushing at the Rivaini's slender wrists hesitantly before she clung to her, tears spilling down her upturned cheeks, running salty streaks into her hair. The world itself has stopped moving, jarring suddenly as she lifted her mouth from Beau's, running a thumb over the Orlesian's cheek. Beau sucked a soft breath in from between her teeth, dark eyes fluttering back open to stare up at the older woman.

"You are so important to me Beauregard." Her name, normally spoken as a barb, was warm and made the mage's heart flutter like a bird in her chest. "But, we would never work, and you know that." Her thumb traced the shape of her face idly, as if memorizing her features. "But you knew that," Amidst the tears the girl nodded to her friends words. "You knew that and you still wrote to me, you still brought it to me, you pressed on even knowing rejection was imminent."

"You might have said yes." She interjected, her voice small and timid, and Beau's fingers were light on the other woman's wrists. But her smile was bright as she looked up at her, tears once more brimming against her lashes. "I couldn't have lived with myself without telling you. Even if you said no. Because there would have always been the chance you could have said yes. And that would have been even harder to imagine then you saying no." She gave a tiny self-deprecating laugh, squeezing her eyes shut as the tears once more spilled down her cheeks. She was such a fool, but she just couldnt help it, Tabris brought such a stupidly brave streak out in her. Enough to escape the circle. To throw herself infront of another death blow. To admit she loved her.

The necromancer's eyes widened and her brows raised, before her smile mirrored her friend's. "You still manage to surprise me sometimes Beauregard. Such strength for someone with such a self-preservation instinct." She drew the girl to her feet before she enveloped her in a hug filled with silk and patchouli, drawing herself over and around the smaller mage. "I do not deserve the love of someone like you, but I will not take it for granted." Tabris murmured, rubbing her cheek against the crown of the Orlesian's hair, her breath escaping her in a soft shaking exhale. "You are my best friend Beau, and nothing will ever change that. This won't change anything between us. This will just make us both stronger."

Beau hiccuped, burying her face in the silk shawl as she clung to the Necromancer. "I just wanted to to know. I just wanted to get it off my chest and tell you. I just couldn't tell you." She was muffled in the warmth that was Tabris, but she her shake with laughter and she drew back from the taller girl with a tiny frown.

A kiss was pressed to Beau's brow and Tabbi once more cupped her companion's cheeks in her hands. "Speaking was never your strong suit my dear. There's a reason we became friends through letters. Your penmanship is far superior to your tongue." Her smile was wide and she drew the girl back into her vacated chair. "I will stand a little taller in the coming days, knowing I have your love beside me. Now, come, let us finish our tea then."

Beau let herself be tucked back into the chair and offered her tea as she watched Tabris re-arrange her shawl, draping the rich maroon and gold fabric across her skin and then sink back into the chair. The woman reached across to brush her fingers over the Orlesian's gloveclad hand, before entwining them gently, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, receiving a tiny lip bite and a half squeeze back.

This wasn't the hatred she had imagined, but it wasn't the bliss like she had hoped. Nothing had changed, except for the fact they would be stronger together, depths of friendship backed up with a bond that would not be broken. She would live with this.

#The potato writes #Beauregard #Tabbi #Nanowrimo #Dragon Age #Just under the wire before bedtime