#oc: quinn trevelyan

[melisusthewee]

So how about that Barbie movie meme?

aka Fast Times at the Winter Palace

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cassandra pentaghast #cassandra x inquisitor #inquisitor trevelyan #m!trevelyan #oc: quinn trevelyan #melis draws stuff

[plisuu]

I participated in my first Dragon Age exchange for the holidays this year! I got to draw my lovely friend @melisusthewee​ her inquisitor Quinn and his post-trespasser boyfriend Morris <3 

You can also check it out on my AO3, and view the whole collection there as well!

#dragon age #inquisitor trevelyan #trevelyan #Quinn Trevelyan #horatio morris #btv satinalia 2022 #oc x oc #my art

[theluckywizard]

Find the Word WIP Game

rules: search your wip(s) for the words given to you and share a sentence, then assign words for the people you tag

Thanks for the tag @rowanisawriter!

My words are: feel, hungry, hands, bridge, body

FEEL, from my WIP Cullen x Bethany DA2 era fic Together Alone

“The lines around your eyes. Garrett told me how old you are, how you’re the youngest Knight Captain Kirkwall’s Order has seen. Nobody your age has lines and circles like yours unless they’re running from something or other.” Cullen looks perturbed by the intensity of her percipience, and nearly raises his fingers to his eyes to feel for them. Bethany watches him wrestle with her remarks before he settles on staring at the salt scrubbed wood of the sloop’s deck.

HUNGRY, from my ongoing spooky oc/oc Trevelyan fic with Rose, Thalia and Quinn, The Bequest

The whole atmosphere of the place feels hungry, having drawn them in. The door finally shuts again, the long moan of the hinges silencing with a thunk, closing the three in like a jaw snapping shut.

HANDS, from my angsty Cullen x Trevelyan one shot The Map but also part of my WIP longfic

“I suppose Hawke would have been fine with this,” he spits bitterly, still raking hands through his hair to soothe himself. “That’s unfair.”

BRIDGE, from my Cullen x Trevelyan, Hawke x Trevelyan long fic In the Shattering of Things

I stride tentatively across the span of the courtyard bridge, hoping to hear the door to his tower open behind me, for his footsteps to rush after me, but neither come. All that warmth and intimacy squashed under the weight of corruption in an instant.

BODY, my WIP A Splinter of Light, a Hawke x Trevelyan Nightmare!AU set in the lost future of In Hushed Whispers

The vessel is as tired around the edges as he is, the peeling green paint like the lines around his eyes and the scruff all over his jaw that he can barely be bothered to maintain. The bench beneath him groans and protests the way his body does, worn out without a supply of stamina draughts to hop him up. The toll of the last year and change taking and taking and taking.

Tagging @nirikeehan, @melisusthewee, @warpedlegacywrites, @ammoniteflesh, @skyeventide, @plisuu, @oxygenforthewicked (and anyone else who wants to play!) Your words are: gasp, blood, gently, sky, sharp

#WIP Game #Dragon Age Fan Fiction #Cullen x Trevelyan #Cullen x Bethany #Hawke x Trevelyan #Rose Trevelyan

[thedastrash]

Dragon Age OC Exchange!

We do a little Wintersend exchange on the Dragon Age OC server & I wanted to share the pieces I wrote!

The first was my assignment for @melisusthewee’s Quinn Trevelyan - a man caught up in a new love affair leaving a confusing but satisfying fling behind. https://archiveofourown.org/collections/DA_OC_Winter_Exchange_2023/works/52639819

And the second was an extra treat I wrote for @sandalinbohemia’s Roe Trevelyan who is a beloved character to me! I love Sandal’s updates with beautiful art of Roe and I had a free afternoon to write and had her on my mind, so I wrote this little exploration of Josie’s feelings as she’s falling for her. https://archiveofourown.org/collections/DA_OC_Winter_Exchange_2023/works/52677496

Both rated T, nothing spicy.

Check out the rest of the collection and fall in love with some new dragon age OCs for the new year! ✨

#dragon age #dai #inquisitor trevelyan #dragon age oc #oc exchange

[odett3]

muttering about future multi below.

vague muse list is follows - if you've followed me for much time you've probably seen a lot of them on their own blogs in the past: dragon age esyllt trevelyan - inquisitor. greer cousland - companion cousland sibling calpernia - (former?) venatori leader star wars bodhi rook - rogue one rey - canon divergent/heavily headcanon based you forty quinn - s2 guinevere beck - s1, emphasis on canon divergent survivor au sherlock holmes irene adler - heavily headcanon inspired, no bbc affiliation dear god

the hunger games katniss everdeen lord of the rings eowyn little women jo march - book & pbs 2017 miniseries insp d&d ocs meredith connar - light cleric, savior of elturel, kind of a heretic rn don't worry about it prince rin adveliss reaegis of the celestial kingdom of praezar - babiest child of a fucked up astral elf monarchy, archfey patron warlock

doctor who the captain - timelord oc, connected to nan's oc the mechanic

#* ooc #thinking about them #if you have anyone you think i should write/anyone you remember me writing and want me to write with u again #let me know i'll put them on Just For You xoxo

[oceanssecond]

welcome to oceanssecond's multimuse.

Hello, I am Izzy ! I am 25, they/them, I was in the tumblr rpc sphere from 2012 to 2019, and am re-establishing myself with a multimuse as of May 2023. Mutuals priority, but open to all rp blogs who follow to interact.

This blog will be low to medium activity.

Feel welcome to ask me questions, ask my muses question, send things in to the inbox, it's always open even if we haven't chatted before.

I will be writing here as well as discord if anyone would prefer that, mutuals may ask for dicord

>RULES / >MUSELIST

>HEADCANONS / >MAINS

@oceansfirst -> my main high activity blog, consisting of marvel, dc, and myth muses

@oceansmusings -> my headcanons sideblog for this blog and oceansfirst (i also liveblog when i'm reading comics or watching stuff or playing stuff over there, so expect ooc posts over there too along with headcanons! i recommend following if you want insight to my muses)

Mutuals get priority

I prefer paragraphs over one liners

my ask box is always open

will turn asks into thread

MUSE LIST

Cassius Hawke (m!warrior)

Nyra Hawke (f!rogue)

Maxwell Trevelyan (archer/ex-templar/inquisitor/companion)

Eliot Waugh

Alice Quinn

Julia Wicker

Dr. James Wilson

Stef Adams Foster

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Rizlis (risen eliksni guardian oc)

Carmelita Fox

Loona (hb)

Octavia (hb)

Beelzebub (hb)

Millie (hb)

Brian Yu (monster prom)

Nimona (nimona)

Ballister Boldheart (nimona)

[fals3nd]

private, mostly friends only multimuse by bee (26, est, she/they). most muses with siblings are mains with my sisters versions, @homebehind and @omegahs

rules.

dragon age esyllt trevelyan - inquisitor. greer cousland - companion cousland sibling calpernia - (former?) venatori leader ( bg3 verse )

star wars bodhi rook - rogue one rey - canon divergent/heavily headcanon based you forty quinn - s2 guinevere beck - s1, emphasis on canon divergent survivor au

the hunger games katniss everdeen

lord of the rings eowyn

little women jo march - book & pbs 2017 miniseries insp beth march - book & pbs 2017 miniseries insp

d&d ocs meredith connar - light cleric, savior of elturel, kind of a heretic rn don't worry about it prince rin adveliss reaegis of the celestial kingdom of praezar - babiest child of a fucked up astral elf monarchy, archfey patron warlock

good omens anathema device - book & show influences

doctor who the captain - timelord oc, connected to nan's oc the artificer downton abbey edith crawley we have always lived in the castle constance blackwood

the haunting of hill house (netflix) luke crain

nancy drew ( games based ) nancy drew

swan lake ( ballet ) the swan queen / odette

baldur's gate 3 odile / the dark urge

pacific rim piper reed, jaeger pilot, connected to @denouemente's oc jude warren

greek mythos helen of troy

#* pinned post.

[n7viper]

11,12,13,29 Fandom asks!

Blaarrrrghheee hi! 💖

(fandom end of year asks)

11. favourite OC you met this year

Ahhh oh man these kinds of questions make me nervous. It's cheesy, it's not a specific answer, but I am genuinely in love with all of the OCs I met this year. I have met so many wonderful Shepards (Aurora, Charley, Daniel, Metzli, Saskia, Akira, Eden, Mercy, Nyx, and Audrey to name a few). I have met so many wonderful DA OCs (Lydia, Connor and Weston, Aila and Adahlen, Valeriana and Reggie, Taren, Virelan, Quinn and Morris, Elsie, Trev, Myrra and Melissa, Celeste, Gareth, Loryen, Gidon and Efe, Ankh, and so many others).

12. longest fic you read this year

It seems to have been Letters from Orlais by Kauri at 78751 words. It's Explicit, Cullen x Trevelyan lol

13. shortest fic you read this year

Echo Chamber by osunism at 379 words. It is... also explicit, Cullen x Trevelyan :)

29. fandom “first” you accomplished this year

Sharing my writing! Yeah, it may have been like 350 words or less. But I have been writing fanfic for myself for over 15 years now. In that time, I've never shown anyone my writing. A lot of it has been shredded or just hidden.

#if i missed your oc in question 11 just know I will live in shame for the rest of my life #I am forgetful af #ask game answers

[blighted-elf]

Ladies of Thedas: F/F friendship - Morrigan and The Warden’s friendship throughout the years

#Dragon Age #LadiesOfThedas2018 #DAO #DAI #Morrigan #The Warden #Cousland #Blighted Gifs #OC: Katherine Cousland #OC: Quinn Trevelyan #Morrigan really does carry around so much guilt #>

[biserker-kadan]

(some) OCs as Raw Quotes

Myrinah Lavellan - "Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end."

Valerio Lavellan - "There are no Gods here."

Eirianwen Lavellan - "Violence for violence is the rule of beasts."

Kira Trevelyan - "Do I look like the kind of woman who dies?"

Riddick - "This is hell's territory and I am beholden to no Gods."

Saoirse Lavellan - "Pick a God and pray to it."

Marian Hawke - "One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw you fit to exist in the Universe and you will have to justify the space you've filled."

Delia Hawke - "To become God is the loneliest achievement of them all."

Briar Cousland - "God is dead, and soon we will follow."

Loga Aeducan - "I will face God and walk backwards into hell!"

Quinn Amell - "Kill me and live with that memory, and then tell the stars that you won."

Meira Tabris - "Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."

#dragon age inquisition #ts dragon age ocs #dragon age #myrinah lavellan #eirianwen lavellan #valerio lavellan #dragon age origins #dragon age ii #riddick 'adaar' #ts marian hawke #delia hawke #saoirse lavellan #quinn amell #brair cousland #loga aeducan #kira trevelyan #meira tabris

[melisusthewee]

Recently, @saintdri was offering romantic cover art commissions and I could not resist shyly asking for something with The Babies(TM).

And here they are! Quinn Trevelyan & Horatio Morris in the happily ever after they deserve. This was inspired by a drabble I wrote for the DADWC some time ago, and I love the warmth and the softness of this so much that really this is the perfect cover art for the post-Trespasser longfic I am working on. (The WIP draft is 14k words and counting!)

Thank you so much for bringing these boys to life!

#quinn trevelyan #horatio morris #LOOK AT MORRIS' THIGHS OKAY #but also i love how this depicts him getting to be an artist it is so important to me that this knight paints #oc: quinn trevelyan #oc: horatio morris

[theluckywizard]

OC SITUATION PROMPT, for Rose and Thalia (cousinverse Trevelyan interaction?): "A relative passes away, and you inherit their creepy, isolated mansion." from the spooky prompts + "A basket full of embrium and blood lotus" from the Artifacts of Thedas?

A double prompt OC/ OC prompt for @nirikeehan and @melisusthewee for @dadrunkwriting! Please enjoy Chapter 1 of my yet to be named Spooky Castle fic featuring Rose Trevelyan, Thalia Trevelyan and Quinn Trevelyan, the oddball cousins chosen by their oddball Aunt Lucille to inherit her sprawling estate in Highever. Set in Niri's Temperance and Templars AU! WC: 2615 Rating: Mature CW: Some spooky body horror Characters: Rose Trevelyan, Thalia Trevelyan, Quinn Trevelyan, Cullen Rutherford

They stare at each other curiously across the dim span of the carriage, two practical strangers bumping and jostling toward a peculiar shared destination. Velvet curtains in Trevelyan colors buffet against the grasping clutches of a Fereldan Harvestmere. And though the carriage is opulent enough to be afforded sizable windows, the sun is oppressed under a layer of gloom and the pair sit in a darkness that defies the hour. A cumbersome silence lurches between them, their glances doing the bulk of their conversation.

The two women had been the unwitting beneficiaries of a dreadful mishap involving a flower arrangement, a step ladder and a pair of pruning shears. The victim in question was their mutual relative Lucille Trevelyan, an eccentric, abrasive woman who had retreated from the Free Marches to Ferelden on the remains of the substantial fortune her dead husband had left her. There she reveled in a brazen sort of freedom and isolation that made her the subject of savage speculation. Mysterious parties with unsavory guests. A predilection for non-human companions. Morsels of truth that grew into bombastic, indulgent tales on the lips of horrified relatives.

Through some miraculous oversight of property law, Lucille’s sprawling estate in Highever tumbled into the hands of her two unmarried nieces who, having only seen each other as children, now appraise each other with wary glances.

Nobody could doubt the relation. Though Lady Rose’s face is long and angular while Lady Thalia’s cheeks are nigh cherubic, they both bear striking red hair, eyes as blue as the bottom of the Waking Sea and a spray of freckles that betrays their shared appreciation for the outdoors.

Thalia rankles that her cousin appears to have dodged the infamous Trevelyan nose, a pronounced little bend in the bridge that marks most in the family while Rose envies the perfect oval of Thalia’s face. Thalia’s hair is pinned in carefully organized plaits, the kind of elaborate arrangement that requires a second set of hands while Rose’s streaks in a long braid over her shoulder, strands of her hair wildly mismanaged. Indeed, the whole effect of Rose’s look and countenance is one of having given up, an impetuous disregard for all the expectations carefully bred into Thalia in her tidy capelet and proper frock.

“Did you know Aunt Lucille well?” asks Thalia after lightly clearing her throat.

“Mostly in the abstract. Speaking in hushed tones about her was one of my mother’s favorite past times,” replies Rose, stretching her leather-clad legs across the carriage. Thalia regard’s her cousin’s rather dashing hunting outfit with a twinge of jealousy. If only she had the nerve to exist with such forcible disregard.

“I assume our mothers could have entertained each other for hours,” Thalia answers, a smile emerging tentatively. “Though never around our fathers, I suspect.”

“It’s true, Father had a soft spot for his renegade sister,” Rose says, laughing softly into her lap. “And from what it looks like, Lucille had a soft spot for renegade nieces.”

Thalia’s head jerks up at that, trying to assess what Rose could mean, what she might be able to detect. Rose tilts her head slightly, amused by the strength of the reaction.

“Come, you didn’t think I couldn’t figure out what that that strapping bodyguard was all about, did you?” asks Rose. “I won’t tell.”

Thalia isn’t sure if Rose is picking up on the truth or suspects her of something far more salacious. And to some degree of surprise, the latter doesn’t bother her in the least.

“I— he’s— father thought we could use some protection,” fumbles Thalia, but her cheeks betray her. Rose smiles out the window, peeking at Thalia’s guardian who rides dutifully alongside the carriage, her knowing smile landing on Thalia with such force that she finds herself staring at her lap.

“Suit yourself. I’m just happy there’s something pleasant to look at other than this dreary, blighted countryside. Your father did us a favor,” she says with a smirk. Thalia can’t help but match it as her eyes fall upon him with a flutter of affection. Ser Cullen bobs along at a trot, his handsome features tied up in an expression that is somehow both resigned and exasperated. The soggy weather could do that all on its own though the task itself, an unanticipated jaunt across the Waking Sea to a strange estate might be a contributor as well.

“What if we don’t want any part of this estate?” Rose asks.

“From what I understand we’re stuck with it.”

“We can’t sell it?”

“I don’t believe so. But the lawyer is meeting us there and we can ask him.”

“Well. Let’s hope it’s interesting at least. If it’s nice enough maybe we can leave our dreadful families behind and live like a pair of queens,” Rose says. “I’m nearly thirty and my mother is still trying to marry me off to the highest bidder.” 

It’s a fairly novel thought to Thalia, deviating from her prescribed path, though her own circumstances have forced her to consider what manner of prosperous marriage she could possibly secure. Perhaps Lucille was onto something, living her best life as an independently wealthy woman away from the suffocating scrutiny of her own family. Maker knows Thalia would like to break from hers.

oOo

Rose snorts as they rumble into view of the estate, the kind of ancient country refuge with hollow little windows that watch them from its soulless depths. How Aunt Lucille spent so many years in darkness is bloody beyond her. She watches her younger cousin marvel at it, her blue eyes wide and searching, following the crenelated edge of the parapets and up the little towers that punctuate the line of the roof.

“Maker, it looks several ages old. Have you seen any documentation on it? I’d like to know the history behind it,” Thalia says, puzzling it out like studying it could make it less hostile in its impression. 

“I’m sure there will be a steward to enlighten you on such matters,” says Rose, her lips turning softly at Thalia’s genuine curiosity. “Maker knows they can ramble on.”

“Oh I’d be delighted if they did,” Thalia answers, her continued enthusiasm defying Rose’s cynicism. “And with any luck, Aunt Lucille kept up with her library!”

“Let that be our first incursion then. I suspect she had more interesting tastes than our own parents.”

The carriage rumbles and crackles to a stop on the gravel drive and Thalia and Rose are both startled to see a man clad in deep red and gold stretched long across a garden wall, his feathered cap pulled low over his eyes as if sunning himself pointlessly beneath the heavy stratus of the sky. If it weren’t for a pipe bouncing slightly in his teeth, they might believe him dead. The carriage seems to have barely stirred his interest. 

“What do you think? Is that our lawyer?” asks Rose, tossing a secret smirk to Thalia. Thalia wonders if this is what it’s like to have a normal sister.

“You there, Ser,” calls Ser Cullen in his honeyed tenor. “Are you expecting the Ladies Thalia and Rose Trevelyan?” Rose’s knowing smile finds Thalia again.

“Nice voice,” she remarks. Thalia bites her bottom lip and then lets a tiny laugh pop through her nose at last.

“It really is,” she says, the admission spilling from her like a dam breaking.

They watch as the lounging man’s leg falls from the wall, swinging gently and he lifts himself languidly, emerging from under his cap, squinting at the carriage. He laughs, shaking his head as Cullen rides closer. Their discussion is muffled but the women can still see him. 

“Oh no,” says Thalia, almost reflexively. “It’s cousin Quinn.”

“Quinn? The Quinn? No. It can’t be. I thought he was in Markham living off the dregs of the tourney.”

“Not anymore. From what understand he is a tourney knight now. Look— the rosettes at his waist. Those are the sort won in the archery tournaments. And the feathers in his cap are those of some manner of exotic bird from Seheron. An Ostrich I believe? They’re only given to those with enough points in the Grand Tourney.”

“You gathered that from all those bits and bobs he’s wearing?” asks Rose, her brow high. “Well if he’s wearing them all at once the rumors about him being a shameless showboat are true.”

They emerge from the oppressive darkness of the carriage, their maladapted eyes wincing at the light diffusing through the gloom. Thalia shakes out the rumples in her skirts and reorganizes her capeand then glances around appraisingly. Rose takes a few brash steps out behind her and draws her shoulders high around her ears, pulling her wool cowl up over her chin. 

“I think Ferelden is trying to burrow its way inside me,” she mutters with a little shudder.

Ser Cullen dismounts from his handsome black Forder and makes his way back to the women with the third Trevelyan. Cousin Quinn makes a foppish bow before them, removing his soft cap from a head of golden locks with a flutter of Ostrich plume. His smile is thrust to one side in such a way that both women are sure he must be at least some measure the impish layabout they’d heard he was.

“I can think of several things worse than sharing an estate with my two beautiful young cousins,” he declares as if it’s a great compliment. Rose raises her brow at his cheek. Thalia gapes. They each catch a whiff of brandy on his breath. He winks at them both. “Quinn Trevelyan, at your service.”

“Do you always wink at your relations?” asks Rose tartly, folding her arms.

“If you’re afraid I’m singling you out, I do it to everyone,” Quinn says, his smirk outstripping Rose’s own in its utter brazenness. His blue eyes shine like the only bit of open sky in this cursed place and he turns to Thalia’s scowling bodyguard and pitches him another cheeky little wink. Rose’s eyebrow raises high again. Ser Cullen’s handsome features vanish under a cranky glare, the set of his mouth a rebuke all its own. He reaches for the back of his neck and paces anxiously back and forth beside the three Trevelyans.

“So you’ve inherited as well,” remarks Thalia, impatient to get down to business.

Quinn flashes an inscrutable grin and reaches into the breast pocket of his velvet doublet withdrawing a haphazardly folded bit of paper of the same expensive heft as the ones that each Thalia and Rose received. The women look it over together, exchange a glance and then shrug. Little has changed for them. What’s one more stranger to quibble over a castle with?

“Splendid. I wonder who else we can expect. Aside from all the grasping imps who will soon hear of our fortune,” quips Rose, her eyes sweeping up a stretch of mossy masonry, eerily verdant, seemingly the only pop of color in the whole of the estate save the new arrivals.

Ser Cullen, whose pacing has grown only more frenetic stills himself long enough to inform the three of his intention.

“I’d like to sweep the perimeter. Lord Trevelyan informs me—“

“—there’s no one home,” finishes Quinn, replacing his cap and glancing up at the castle.

“No steward? No lawyer?” asks Thalia, a tic of consternation marring her brow. “No staff? No housekeeper? Who is maintaining the grounds?”

“Do they look maintained?” asks Quinn, sipping placidly from a small flask he’d withdrawn from his interior pocket.

“Perhaps Aunt Lucille liked things a little wild,” Rose remarks, making her way toward the entry with leisurely, tentative steps, waiting for the others to follow.

“Her reputation is a sterling testament to that,” remarks Quinn. “I heard her Qunari lover was a Ben Hassreth spy.”

“Really, Quinn,” huffs Thalia. 

“Certainly no more shocking than absconding with one’s fetching Templar guardian, I should think,” he says, his eyes brimming with delight. Rose’s eyes dart to Thalia’s so quickly that the youngest Trevelyan fumbles for an answer. She tugs her gloves onto her hands more firmly. “Don’t worry,” Quinn says, turning a sly glance from Thalia to Cullen who is striding away at a forceful clip. “I won’t tell.” Thalia rolls her eyes and grumbles softly to herself, applying herself to the situation at hand to stuff down the fluster inside her.

They approach the great oaken door that’s broader than all three of them abreast, all amused by the comically small keyhole that secures it. Quinn braces both hands against the door and jostles it but the lock holds fast. Shocking neither Thalia nor Rose, he breaks out a tidy little set of lockpicking tools and sets to work feeling for the pins. 

“You’re a mage?” hisses Rose, pulling Thalia aside pointlessly. The secret is out.

“Don’t worry, my keeper is here. You’re in no danger,” Thalia answers and there’s an edge of bitterness to her tone that most might miss, but Rose nods slightly, her expression soft. Not the sympathy Thalia expected, but then neither cousin seemed to be cut from the same stiff cloth as the rest of the family.

“I’m just— surprised is all,” she says quietly, memories of her older brother drifting in wraith-like. Rose wonders passingly if Thalia knew anything of their dark secret.

“Bastard of a lock, this one, but I think—“ Quinn eases his hand gently in a rotating motion. “—that should do it. Rusted probably.”

“Rust? She can’t have been dead that long,” says Rose.

“Perhaps there’s a side entrance she used,” suggests Thalia. 

“At any rate,” Quinn says, standing to give the door a stiff shove. It swings inward on a deep and contrary groan, the laden air of Highever rushing in as if the dwelling yawns. “Shall we?” 

They step in tentatively, simultaneously, surveying their inheritance side by side. A pair of staircases curl and cling along the back wall of the grand foyer, a space so suffocated by dust and cobwebs that it’s no wonder the castle inhaled. The center of the space is marked by an unusual table made from the twisted trunk of a great tree. Spread over it are dried leaves and stems. At first glance it appears haphazard, as if someone had left their herbalism workbench in the midst of a project. But a closer inspection reveals patterns, intentionally arranged. The three stand over it, shaking their heads, marveling at it even as their skin prickles. Even as their breath freezes in their lungs.

“Perhaps Lucille is playing a prank,” says Rose, apprehension nibbling at the edges of her mood. The whole atmosphere of the place feels hungry, having drawn them in. The door finally shuts again, the long moan of the hinges silencing with a thunk, closed in behind teeth. 

“Blood lotus. Embrium,” mutters Thalia, hovering her fingers, tracing the shapes in the air. “These symbols— I’ve seen things like this before. In my books— the ones I had Father secure for me.”

“Maker’s breath!” cries Ser Cullen, his boots scuffling as he hurries into the gaping foyer behind them from some manner of side room. “Lady Thalia, come back with me. All of you— step back.” They stumble back, submitting automatically to the authority that steels the Templar’s voice and they follow his gaze up. Cullen loops an arm around Thalia protectively, his sword singing as it unsheathes.

They all stare, transfixed. Swinging gently on the residual breath of Ferelden air, hangs a man in the sort of staid finery one might expect of a professional. His bloated face gray, his eyes unblinking. 

“Well then,” says Quinn swallowing. “This must be the lawyer.”

#Trevelyan cousinverse #Dragon Age Fan Fiction #Cullen Rutherford #Temperance and Templars #cullen x trevelyan #Thalia Trevelyan #Quinn Trevelyan #Rose Trevelyan #Spooky Fic #Gothic Mystery #cullenmance

[dreadfutures]

OC Kiss Week 2022 - Ixchel Lavellan & Quinn Trevelyan

@melisusthewee was too quick on the draw and beat me to it, but I will strike back with a very lucky kiss >:)

#ockiss22 #quinn trevelyan #ixchel lavellan

[rosella-writes]

Tell me about 'quirelan'?

HEH it is a fun little crossover project featuring my Inquisitor Virelan Lavellan and my friend @melisusthewee’s Inquisitor, Quinn Trevelyan. I’m borrowing a plot device from @crackinglamb that involves eluvian interdimensional travel and lets me make my OC kiss my friends’ OCs lol. Ixchel mentioned here belongs to @dreadfutures.

This is literally All of It.

She shouldn’t have kept it.

Merrill’s eluvian, patched and maintained by Morrigan, was its own closed loop. Virelan knew that Solas might be able to access it one day, even if it took puncturing the pocket dimension of its own personal Crossroads, but for now…

It was her one doorway to Ixchel.

Virelan had never gone through it herself. After that first time, plunging into the depths of Falon’Din’s temple, Virelan had kept away from eluvians until she had to chase Solas through a mess of them. No, as it was, she went about her life, hoping to be remembered. And on those rare occurrences when Ixchel stepped through, smiling and warm, Virelan accepted her into an embrace with a warm smile and zero questions.

But one night, as Virelan sleeplessly lay in her bed with the stump of her arm prickling and nausea coming over her in waves, the eluvian flashed silver.

She lurched up, all senses directed towards the shimmering surface of the mirror. Virelan didn’t know how long she remained that way, frozen and wide-eyed, before she finally snatched up her two prosthetics from her bedside table. Her eye slid in and suctioned into place, its runic magic keeping it still — Venture woke with a soft chirp, directing its gaze towards the eluvian along with Virelan’s natural eye.

Venture showed her a different sort of blue from the regular shimmer of the eluvian’s surface. It was not as it was before Ixchel stepped through — no, this energy was directed elsewhere, as if pointed inwards rather than out of its gold frame.

#my wips #my writing #quirelan #quintessentially quinn #virelan lavellan #trevelyan x lavellan

[stannussy]

JONNY’S OC LIST:

Far Cry:

Jason Hale (FC5)

Joanna Nguyen (FCND)

Fallout: 

Marlo Thirteen (Fallout)

Ion From Arroyo (FO2)

Samantha One-O-One (FO3)

Daphne (FO3)

Apollo (Hion From Arroyo) (F:NV) 

Cyrus Cunnigham (FO4)

COG:

Samuel Hydik (TWC)

Randall Wright (S&V)

Elijah Lovell (GW)

GreedFall/Pathologic/Bloodborne:

Alban De Sardet (GF)

Maxime De Sardet (GF)

Ségolène De Sardet (GF)

Donantien De Sardet (GF)

Tatiana Voronina - Utopian (Pathologic)

Erdem - Termite (Pathologic)

Timur Bogomolov - Humble (Pathologic)

Cephas Akkineni (Bloodborne)

The Old Knight (Dark Souls)

The Younger Knight (Dark Souls)

Nameless Knight (Dark Souls)

Star Wars:

Dekkar (KOTOR)

Aeoglynn Kendrac (KOTOR II)

Lukkas Meetres (SWTOR)

TES:

Mars (Oblivion)

Bjorn (Oblivion)

Yeemer

Gideon

BioWare:

Carter Shepard (Mass Effect)

Aedran Cousland (DA:O)

Yorik Hawke (DA2)

Guivine Trevelyan (DA:I)

VTMB:

Maren

CYBERPUNK:

Ted Gorrister (CP2020)

Marid Cain - Nomad (CP2077)

Beau LaChapelle - Street Kid (CP2077)

Hikaru - Corpo Rat (CP2077)

Misc:

Gallen

Dante

Jaan

Quinn Baldaev

Anish Khan

Wayne Boudreaux

Alisher Babayev (Call Of Duty: Black Ops - Cold war)

#original characters #jonny's gremlins #Im gonna edit this if I add more

[ma-sulevin]

I was tagged a while ago by both @a-shakespearean-in-paris​ and @thevikingwoman​ to share my fics for quarantine reading recommendations. 

So, here we are, broken down by fandom:

Dragon Age

Scars Beyond Counting, E, Complete, Alistair x Female Mahariel, 36k

Harea Mahariel has only been married for two weeks when she contracts the taint and loses her husband at the same time. Suddenly, she's thrust into a war she barely understands with a strange group of people who slowly become her new clan. Her one bright spot is Alistair, the only other person who understands what she's going through, and who slowly breaks down the wall she's built to defend herself.

The Fire and the Flood, E, Complete, Cullen Rutherford x Female OC, 40k

Rose Wedgwood is a storm mage who became a spirit healer after living through the fall of Ferelden's Circle tower during the Blight. When the Circle falls a second time during the mage rebellion, she joins the Inquisition at Haven instead of fighting with the rebels.

What she didn't know is that a certain Knight-Captain who survived Kinloch Hold with her is also working for the Inquisition.

In My Blood, E, Complete, Solas x Female Lavellan, Blackwall x Female Lavellan, 5k

Nora Lavellan has had her eye on Solas since she arrived in Haven. She wants him, desperately, and is pleased to discover that he's been dreaming of her too.

Meant to be read in conjunction with "The Fire and the Flood," but it isn't necessary to enjoy this story. Lavellan/Blackwall in chapter 3.

Into the Valley of Dreams, E, Complete, Cullen Rutherford x Female Trevelyan, 23k

When Asha Trevelyan learns how to manipulate the Fade to control her dreams, she starts using it to stave off the homesickness that comes with traveling Thedas. She misses Skyhold, her new home, but most of all she misses Cullen, the man she's been longing for since she woke up in Haven.

Though she enjoys the benefits of such a talent, her lack of training means she doesn't realize when she's snared Cullen's dream within her own.

The Life and Times of Sophie Amell, E, Complete, Female Amell x too many pairings, 32k

Sophie Amell was just a very young girl when the entire course of her life changed because she can summon flames at her fingertips. Each time she thinks her life is settling into something resembling normalcy, everything changes once again. She's conscripted into the Grey Wardens, she's sent to Amaranthine, or she loses someone she loves.

Usually, she loses the ones she loves every time her life changes.

This is the story of unwilling Warden Sophie Amell, told in four parts: The Tower, The Blight, The Wardens, and The Calling.

Ophelia Cousland series, various ratings, Complete, Alistair Theirin x Female Cousland, 12k

A series about Alistair meeting and marrying Ophelia Cousland after the blight. The fics are like half smutty, half not.

Mass Effect

At Wit’s End, E, Complete, Harry Carlyle x Female Ryder, 17k

While her brother is off saving the cluster from the kett, Chloe Ryder is stuck on the Hyperion to recover from the weeks she spent in a coma. Rebuilding her strength and muscle tone is nothing compared to trying to ignore the building attraction to her doctor -- Harry Carlyle, the man she'd wanted to seduce back in the Milky Way before she lost her chance.

Say You Won’t Let Go series, E, incomplete, James Vega x Female Ryder, 29k

A series of smutty fics of increasing length and emotion starring Avery Ryder and James Vega, in an AU where Avery doesn’t join the Andromeda Initiative and stays to fight the reapers instead.

Dissonance, E, Complete, Reyes Vidal x Female Ryder, 77k

Avery Ryder didn't want to be on the Pathfinder team, but she didn't want to stay behind in the Milky Way either. As a compromise, she joined the Initiative with plans to work in Colonial Affairs -- but those plans come crashing down after she wakes from stasis too early, joins the rebellion, and is banished with the rest of the exiles.

On Kadara, she makes do with what she has. She works for Sloane Kelly to make ends meet until she just can't stand to see Sloane taking advantage of the exiles for one more minute. Once again, her plans come crashing down, and she finds salvation with the Collective -- and a certain smuggler who always seems to be around every corner.

Hazel Shepard series, E, incomplete, Kaidan Alenko x Female Shepard, 13k

A series of mostly-smutty one-shots featuring Hazel Shepard and Kaidan Alenko, because I’m a simple woman with simple tastes.

Fallout 4

Jet Plane, E, Complete, John Hancock x Female Sole Survivor, 5k

Hancock finds Quinn sitting alone in her house, nursing a bad mood and a cigarette. He offers something to cheer her up, and she takes even more.

Far Cry 5

Duct Tape Fixes Everything, M, Complete, Sharky Boshaw x Female Deputy, 2k

Except marriages and broken hearts. Rook asks Sharky what he means. 

The Breakout, M, Complete, Thomas Rush x Female Captain, 3k

Security Captain Riley finally rescues Rush from the Twins for the first time, but seeing him again just brings up feelings and worries she doesn't know how to handle.

A Matter of Convenience, E, Complete, Staci Pratt x Female Deputy, 4k

Tensions run high when all the surviving members of the Sheriff Department have to share a bunker after a nuclear war. Mattie proposes she and Staci help each other out.

Jealousy Looks Good on You, E, Complete, Staci Pratt x Female Deputy, 4k

There’s a girl flirting with Staci at the bar.

It’s hard to tell from over here, but it looks like he’s flirting back. Asshole. What a fucking douchebag.

rise from the ashes and do it again (do it again), E, Complete, Sharky Boshaw x Female Deputy, 91k

Something has gone very wrong in Hope County. The cult's taken over and Mattie can't seem to stay dead, no matter how hard she tries.

#alistair theirin #cullen rutherford #kaidan alenko #harry carlyle #reyes vidal #james vega #john hancock #sharky boshaw #staci pratt #this isn't even everything I have on ao3 #I can keep you entertained for a long time lmao