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Tumblr don’t you fucking dare flag this I spent an extra 5 seconds drawing on those fried eggs

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H U N T R E S S

Mithari Lavellan

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ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ, ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ⁻ ᵇᵃᵇʸ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ⁿᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᶦᶠᵉ

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The tired parent energy of these two is off the charts

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32. Dust motes for Mithari!! (Am I spelling it right?) ♡♡♡

32. Dust Motes - for Mithari(it’s spelled correctly! You did great 😊)

Ari never did like old places. They smelled like dust and mildew and memories. Old was good, though, like her clan always said. Old meant remembering, preserving. Old meant reverence.

“Mithari. Wheel of Blades. The histories of our people are yours to defend.”

It was different to Bull. He traced his fingers across her vallaslin, the blood writing that painted nearly every inch of her skin. She was beautiful - brave, strong, and stubborn. She carried the weight of the world on her delicate shoulders, and yet still had time for tenderness.

“What do they mean? Your tattoos. Always thought I should ask someday.” He murmurs into the soft pink flesh of her belly. She was so tiny next to him, he thought he would crush her. But he didn’t. And she never said katoh.

“They’re symbols of my people. Stories that we tell. Histories we want to protect and tell our own children.” Ari rolls onto her side to show her back, covered in intricate writing and small renditions of trees and battles. “They’re written into my skin, so I don’t forget them. It was the greatest honor my clan could bestow on me. I hope I do them justice.”

“You do, ‘Thari.” Bull says, placing a gentle, chaste kiss on his lover’s forehead. “I don’t think you could disappoint them if you tried.”

Send prompts for either Vel/Varric, Nehri/Solas, Ari/Bull or Isolde/Sten!

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Y’all but I used this site to compare the heights of my Inquisitors and their LI’s and... AOISAKHJK ARI IS SO TINY COMPARED TO BULL 😂

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ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒⁿ ᵗʷᵒ ˡᵉᵍˢ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵉᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁻ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒⁿ ᵗʷᵒ ˡᵉᵍˢ, ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

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introducing my Mahariel~ She’s gay and a whole dumbass and I love her! courtesy of this picrew! 

From Left to Right ~ Fellenasta Mahariel ~ Teya Adaar ~ Velahris Lavellan ~ Cassia Cadash ~ Mithari Syrillon Lavellan ~ Nehriel Lavellan

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this has big meme energy and im-

someone please make a meme out of Ari

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The aesthetics of all my OCs are wildly different and I just love them so much!!! I had a bunch of thoughts and needed to write ‘em down so here’s some pairing aesthetics!

Vel and Varric are busy taverns with clever names serving cheap, shitty ale; ink-stained hands dripping color onto each other’s skin. The sound of coins clinking on well-worn tables, backs pressed up against doors. They are confidence and ease. They are knowing.

Ari and Bull are bloody hands and war paint, the rhythm of the drums like the thumping of still-beating hearts torn from the chests of gods. They are instinct and desire, ripped sheets and heated kisses. They are primal.

Nehri and Solas are an endless, flat sea - magnificent and green, the calm after a storm. And yet, they are the storm. They are the wind in the trees, the howling of the wolves on a frigid winter’s night. They are omnipotent- they are divine.

Ash and Dorian are the softness of marble in the hands of a master sculptor, humid summer evenings soaked in wine and sweat. They are the soft touch of silk, a high-cut collar angled dangerously upward towards the heavens. They dare to defy. They are rebellion.

Teya and Sera are terrible jokes and toothy grins, the cool touch of a sharp blade against the skin. They are the lights in the city on a foggy night, and the danger lurking behind every shadow. They are blasphemous - They are irreverence.

Cassia and Blackwall are honeysuckle blossoms and lamb’s wool, the crocuses peeking through the snow in the first warm days of spring. They are the calloused hands of laborers, the courage of soldiers, memories of hardship never to be forgotten. They are virtue - They are righteous.

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Let’s be real for a second-

If all my Inquisitors met, it would be absolute pandemonium.

Vel and Cassia would be sitting eating cheesecake or something, talking about their beloved husbands/partners and (VERY QUIETLY) discussing their favorite romance novels, arranging Cassia’s copy of Swords and Shields to be signed by Varric. There’s a lot of giggling and whispering between them, and it unnerves everyone else(who think they’re plotting world domination by cuteness.)

Teya and Ari would cause an absolute scene going back and forth screaming compliments at each other. Ari's “You’re fucking MASSIVE! Creators, what the fuck! I love you!!!” and Teya's “You’re so fucking LITTLE it’s ADORABLE!!! Literally what the goddamn!!! You’re perfect!”. The ‘Qunari in love with an Elf’ club is tight-knit

Ash would be standing in the corner next to Vel and Cassia, hesitating to talk to Nehri - because she’s interesting, but definitely looks like she could kill a man with a single glance. He would be sipping on a glass of wine watching Teya and Ari yell compliments at each other, highly amused.

Nehri would be outwardly disinterested, but secretly she would be desperate to join in the conversation. But she doesn’t want to appear too eager, cause that would blow her ‘disinterested mysterious forest witch’ persona that she carefully curated for exactly this situation.

Then it would most likely devolve into a drinking contest, in which everyone bets on Teya and loses - because Mithari Isena Syrillon-Lavellan can put away booze like it's her only purpose in life.

I should write about this lmao 🤣

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This is painfully accurate. I love all my dumb babies. Expect more alignment charts to come!

OC Directory

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2 for your inquisitors!

2. Post a line of dialogue from your OC.

Velahris - “I am afraid - it’s in my nature. I will always be afraid. Of the unknown, of myself. But I am not afraid of you.”

Ashann - “I do love Orlesian culture. The pretentious masks, hypocrisy, and desperate power-grabbing are just awe-inspiring. Don’t you agree?”

Mithari - “My place is not with the Dalish. They are not my people, and they never have been. The Inquisition are my people - I won’t see their lives squandered by your political games.”

Nehriel - “Don’t talk to me like I’m a foreigner. Tevinter is my home, too. But you never even thought to ask. We elves are invisible, are we not? Who would notice one little knife-eared slave girl scrubbing the cobbles in Minrathous?”

Teya - “This whole ‘saving the world’ thing? It’s not my main gig. I’ve got a nice comfortable life lined up in Orlais once this is all over. I’d like it if you could join me.”

Cassia - “Oh, can we, can we, can we? It’s been so long since I’ve seen a real joust! Oh, please, Josie! I’ll do anything you want! Even have tea with more Orlesians!”

I hope this is sufficient!

oc asks!

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Winter Palace - Mithari Lavellan

We don’t talk about Bull’s reaction to Ari in a dress 😋

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Thoughts - Bull is Ari’s safe place. Whether they’re in his quarters back at Skyhold or out in the field, she feels at home in his arms. He knows she doesn’t need him to protect her, but he takes pride in knowing she feels safe with him around, and doesn’t need to be on her guard constantly.

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Temple of Mythal Mood

Morrigan: *shemsplaining about Elven history and religion, etc.*

Mithari: First of all, shut the fuck up-