#oc: ariel tabris

[danceswithdarkspawn]

Well, seeing as I cannot perceive the unperceivable... as attractive as that title is. Tell me about Ravenglass (even if I have to read more than 3 chapters of Broken Bird yet.)

I'll give you a booby prize: you're already aware of the Unperceivable One, the Hellspawn, er, spawned it. The whump one? Yeah that. That's what that is.

Ravenglass is still in the I'm Thinking About It™ stage. I don't really have a plot for it, just a vibe, which essentially boils down to Ariel throwing herself into work to cope with grief and trauma. It doesn't work very well. Interally I like to refer to this as Ariel's Villain Era.

Unfortunately, I don't have much to share except bits and pieces of Ariel attempting to meld into the role of Warden-Commander, and how her vassals/constituents might perceive her.

A recent thought that I had was an official portrait of her commissioned to be hung in Vigil's Keep, the base of Warden operations in Amaranthine, and the seat of her rule (though she'd never call it such, as she's not there to rule anyone).

What biases would the painter have? Which side of her would they paint? Would they paint the "good" side of her face, or the side with a scar and docked ear? If they paint this side, would they make her look more human to be more palatable?

Another thought I had regarding the painting was having her painted as the tarot card Death. Oooo symbolism.

Some other tidbits I have:

She cuts off most of her hair and keeps it this way until reuniting with Leliana (so about 10-11 years)

There's a sidequest in the Awakening expansion (which this fic would be based around) where a Grey Warden's dying wish is to give his wife his wedding ring. You do this for him, and discover the wife has been having an affair with the "military wife" justification. I don't know where to go with this but I feel like this would fuck Ariel up a little.

Someone is very likely to meet the business end of Ariel's sword for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time

90% sure she's gonna have a breakdown somewhere

TLDR, Ariel has a Very Bad Time.

[curiouslavellan]

Three-Song Playlists

@herearedragons tagged me in a very fun game making 3 song playlists for OCs. I make decently long playlists for most of my characters so the challenge for me is definitely narrowing this down

I'm tagging @floralprintshark, @calicostorms, @merrybandofmurderers, @arainayeet, @dungeons-and-dragon-age, and anyone else who wants to share any music for their characters <3

I'm gonna do a bunch of my dragon age OCs so this is going under a cut

Aurelia Trevelyan

Would That I - Hozier

Monet Issues - Chase Petra

Free - Florence + The Machine

Halveri Lavellan

Medusa in a Stone Garden - molly ofgeography

In Dreams - Ben Howard (I named a fic from this one!)

Can't Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo

Ariel Hawke

Dirty Imbecile - The Happy Fits

Good in Red - The Midnight

Love From The Other Side - Fall Out Boy

Laurel Hawke

Keep You Safe - The Crane Wives

Back to You - Flower Face

Little Bird - The Weepies

Harriet Cousland

Daniel in the Den - Bastille

Will I Find My Home - Juniper Vale ft. Vian Izak (acoustic version)

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men

Yulita Tabris

The Garden - The Crane Wives

Stray Italian Greyhound - Vienna Tang

This Is Why - Paramore

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[unsettlingcreature]

🚩all my OCs red flags🚩

Arielle Vilspire: cishet, tried to run away from being the dragonborn

Ataraxis: made a bet to see who could get laid first and then used magic to sprint to the base and ask two party members to smash

Atisha Lavellan: solasmancer

Brannon: unapologetically looks at your ass

Caleb Vaugn: goes to visit his not-boyfriend at the hospital, all while trying to not reveal that he's secretly the villain that put him there

Cassian Jejune: willingly got vored by an evil god

Cyrille Ashcroft: "all vampires should die" and fully includes themselves

Darin Tabris: sucker for a pretty face but taken to the extreme

Eren Diggory: acts untrustworthy and then gets upset that nobody trusts them

Livius von Dacre: aspiring war criminal

Matthieu Thorne: has a vengeful streak longer than a list of his sexual exploits

Narine Drath: literal war criminal

Nilus: thinks it's funny to "scam" daedric princes out of their artefacts

Perseus Rook: promises to be less reckless, immediately sells their soul to save someone else

Scott Trevelyan: abuses his power and status to cover up the crimes of his friends/get them lavish gifts

Val Hawke: becomes viscount, immediately tries to start kicking the templars out of the city

Wander: no sense of direction, tries to lead the way anyway

Zeline Ashcroft: "not all vampires" but only when it comes to Cyrille and Serana

[maiden-of-wolves]

Another for this week of @ockissweek 2020!

This time I borrowed @quizzikemen ‘s child, Archibald Tabris. Ariel just wanted to be sure he knew he was loved this close to Valentine’s day!

[witchyangels]

Who is your favorite OC and why?

Of mine?? Oh gosh, that’s a hard one... 

I can’t say they’re all my favs, can I?

Uuuummm.... hmm.... The obvious answer would be Atrina Tabris, because I know her so well and have done a few things with her already (did two full play throughs, working on two fanfics with her, I’ve done art of her, I have a plushie of her, etc)......Okay, listing all of that made it harder. I was going to say Ariel Surana, because of how mischievous she is, how she loves to tease, and because she’s really good at getting under Cullen’s skin in many ways. She’s carefree and jumps head first for her friends...

But, then there’s Atrina, who has gone through so much and just keeps getting back up again and again... She loves a lot and tries really hard to be a good leader... 

In conclusion, both Atrina and Ariel are my favorite OCs. You can’t make me choose. I think if they were in the same universe, they’d get along pretty well. 

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Worldstates Masterpost

Worldstate 1 : Heroes of Thedas Warden: Ilsramel Cousland; Champion: Claire Hawke; Inquisitor: Catherina Hammond

Worldstate 2 : Sharp Blade of Freedom Warden: Mephis Tabris; Champion: Nicholas Rovver; Inquisitor: Ilamar Hammond

Worldstate 3 : Magic, Knowledge and Blood Warden: Malaad Surana ; Champion: Conte Amell; Inquisitor: Moghrana Lavellan  

Worldstate 4 : Of Noble Birth Warden: Portia Aeducan; Orlesian Warden: Cato Beauchêne; Champion: Ariel Bourgeois; Inquisitor: Juleka Trevelyan  

Worldstate 5 : Dwarven Mischief Warden: Korinn Brosca; Champion: Malika Cadash; Inquisitor: Kasimir Cadash  

Worldstate 6 : Found Families Warden: Kamela Mahariel; Champion: Abbassira; Inquisitor: Asala Adaar 

The Multiverse Worldscape

Introduction :

DAO ; the Heroes of Ferelden 

DA2  ; Hawke’s Crew (WIP)

DAI ; Inquisition Forces (WIP)

The Last Court ; Dimitrian de Serault

OC Pages :

Wardens; Hawke’s Crew; Inquisition Forces

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[prowlingthunder]

WIP GAME

Tagged by @skywalking-across-the-galaxy​

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!!

Htnght. OK. I can do this.

Deus ex machina SnK WIP - IC - ??? Eileen - ??? CM - Lupercalia WIP - Red CM - Lupercalia WIP - ??? A Mother's Love Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon Minor Troubles Roses in Stained Glass The Ripple Effect: Desert Rose Trigun x Outlaw Star Gargoyles x Ronin Warriors Power Rangers x Ronin Warriors Ronin Warriors x Outlaw Star Rurouni Kenshin x Yu Yu Hakusho Dragon's Breath - DAO&RW FFX&GW - Yuna - Like Shooting Stars - WIP Gundam Wing - With Daemons WIP GW Pacific Rim GW/Naruto - Shikamaru - ??? GW&IA&FFX - Auron - Roulette - Unlikely Hobbit/RW - Bilbo - ??? House Ronin Warriors RK-Xmen = Dragon Teeth RW-PJ RWSG1 SG1/JOS - Third - In a God's Bedroom ST/RW SW/GW - [clonefic] Thor-X-Ronin Warriors Noctis (Final Fantasy XV) / Levi (Attack on Titan) - Hunting Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Prowls (Exalted) - Stars Noctis (Final Fantasy XV) / Ezio (Assassin’s Creed) - Family Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) - Honor Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Dex-Star - Love Voltron/Escaflowne YYH/Naruto - Kurama - Foxkids CSI NY - Lupercalia WIP - ??? Dark Matter - Hiro - [Lupercalia] - WIP Every Warden Ever - WIP - ??? Nelaros and F!Tabris as wardens Carslile/Sil - Highschool Junior - (Best laid plans) Junior - Outsider Junior - The G.O.A.T. MacCready - Big Town Blues MacCready - Radstorm Nora - Line-dried Laundry (Lupercalia) Pandora - ??? Pandora - Lupercalia fic - [Inside Pandora's Box] Russian Roulette - Silas deathfic Silas - Demon Summoner AU - ??? Silas King - Snow Angels (Papawolf!Renigald) Silas King - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (Operation: Rescue Quinn kidfic) Y7 - All the Things I Didn't Say Ambulo Cathedral of You fanfiction Cor - ??? Cor - Dawnfire - WIP Dave - [Scourgeverse] strings and things give a brother wings FFXV - Ardyn - ??? [Cor/Ariel Altissia Thing] [15yr old female Cor with the Retinue of Old -- Cid] [15 year old female Cor with the Retinue of Old -- Regis] Noct raises Ardyn Nyx - ??? Prompto - Terrible Things Prompto & Ignis - Blood and Water Transplant Fic Box Clonebaby - Genderbend AU - Nate and Kids IA - Kasmir!Oliver Briggs - WIP IA - Nebrija x Arzu - Family - WIP Giayl - Wolflords (Lupercalia) LotRO - Aeglirann - Caran Dagra - WIP Lupercalia - Shepard - Star-light, Star-bright ME - OC - Blood And Water - WIP Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Itachi - Step Two The Hardest Part - Chapter One - Alone Two and a Number 100+ Words Character Roulette Logan - (This is what it's like) - WIP Outlander - Kainan - (wolf fur and dragon teeth) SPCH - drabble Thor - All the Little Children [Lupercalia] Thor - Lupercalia - WIP - Frigga - ??? WoW - Livieva - Puppy At Heart Haruko - Genji Lives path McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans Nest of Vipers Stan/Haruko Stanfic Yuuma Op Children Mia - Lupercalia fic - ??? RW - Lupercalia - Arago & Hariel - Blood and Ashes - WIP Ryou - Coal Dust - GIFT - WIP Seiji - Kagome, Kagome Seiji & Cale - Quadrature Pt2 - GIFT - WIP Yulie - WIP Things Saint Seiya Has Taught Me Anakin - ??? - timetravel fic tcw/ep7 Anakin / Rey - A Pocket Full of Sand (Reincarnation Fic) Eurynome - (Empire Captive Fic) Eurynome - Monsters in the Dark Eurynome - Supernova? Jeeri - ??? Snowdrops Anemone Steals Nazgul Anemone Steals Squad Anemone Steals Nazgul + Squad Anemone Fails Stealing Order 66, Friend of Everyone verse Order 66, Jedi verse We Shouldn't Be Friends SG1 - Sam - ??? - WIP SG1 - Sam&Jack - ??? - WIP SAO - Yui - SAOFest - Marching Band SAO - Yui - SAOFest - What Big Sisters Are For SAO w Jaegers - Silica - WIP Bad Plan Arrow&RW - Oliver - ??? - WIP Cye - Homecoming (Multiverse) Papa!Cye Voltron - Keith - ???

...plus some cowriting things I don't feel comfortable sharing, a whole lot of stuff shoved in a box titled “prompts”, and a Significant Lot of ofic that's not ready for the world.

[mercs4art]

My OC faces!!

[this-basic-mage]

4+5 for all 3 of your girls :')

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Ashanna: Growing up Ash was quite the daddy’s girl. He would take her walks around the alienage to satisfy her need to explore when she was really little and be there to clean her wounds and deliver sage advice after fights with kids that were mean to her and her cousins. Of course he could never condone such behaviour, in fact it was him who taught her ‘the greatest victory is the battle not fought’, a motto she tries to live by whenever she meets a new opponent (though how easily completely depends on the opponent), but he always low key agreed the kids had it coming. However, this started to change as Ash got older and her attention turned to outside the alienage. As a teen, she and some friends became Red Jennys, which worried Cyrion no end and even led to a few arguments about whether all the pranks on rich humans were really worth the risk. She came eventually agree with him when a couple of her friends were caught and brutally punished for their crimes and hung it up, if only for his sake. The resentment this caused expanded when announced her arranged marriage, which she protested but begrudgingly accepted once again for his and the family’s sake. Since the events of Origins they’ve patched things up, be it a bit awkwardly (he still worries too damn much), and he’s always the first person she visits whenever she’s back in Dernerim.

As for her mother, she died when she was about 5 so her memories of her are really hazy but what she does remember is a compassionate and fierce woman who’s probably the one installed the compulsion to do whatever you think is right no matter what. So she must’ve made a deep impression on her young mind.

Alindra: Lin got her dorky sense of humour and all her best jokes from Malcolm. So he’s to thank/blame for her not taking life too seriously. Their childish banter around the dinner table amused/annoyed Leandra to no end. Although this bond remained strong up until his death she did find it hard to accept most of his free time would be spent with Bethany after her magic showed and often felt resentful whenever her and Carver were waved outside to play while he taught Bethany how to do a new spell inside. So much of her relationship with her father is a paradox of closeness and distance and she’s never been able to fully articulate how she feels about that.

Meanwhile, much of Lin’s insecurities can be traced back to Leandra. As the eldest, she expected her to be the responsible one, especially after Malcolm died, which did not gel well with her originally more laid back attitude. Which meant she often got the blame when things went wrong, which she was actually happy to take cause it spared her siblings and she thought she deserved it anyway.  Although really Lin owes a lot to Leandra, she taught her to be cautious, to think before she acted, and the importance of family. If Lin had a problem she couldn’t solve it was her mother she turned to, as much as she hates to admit it. Malcolm taught her to be funny, Leandra taught her how to turn that humour into charm. The best times they had together was at the fancy high town parties where they could finally relax and laugh, even if Lin was secretly laughing more at the high-class guests than with them. 

Ariel: Ari doesn’t remember her real parents very well as she was adopted by Clan Lavellan when her magic manifested at age 6. But she does remember them quietly indulging her interest in humans by giving her a few trinkets they found during raids on Shem camps, even if in most other memories they come off as quite harsh to others.

When she came to Clan Lavellan the Keeper took her under her wing and became like her adoptive mother, making her see her magic as a gift rather than a danger and encouraged her inquisitive mind and kind heart. They would debate about many things, particularly Ariel perhaps straying too far alone on her explorations and her curiosity of humans sometimes winning over her caution. But Ariel respected her wisdom and would come around in her own time unless it was something that really mattered to her then she would just agree to disagree or negotiate hard. Sometimes she wondered if the Keeper just played devil’s advocate to test her wits. So it was quite a surprise when the Keeper agreed to her going alone to the conclave without much explanation, although she didn’t let her leave without assuring her ‘you still have much to learn da’len’.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Ashanna: She doesn’t have any but Soris and Shiannai are pretty much her siblings in all but name as both look up to her as like a big sister. They were always playing together as kids, with Ash and Shiannai even dragging the more cautious Soris off on what they thought to be real adventures with the Red Jennys when they hit their teens. As adults, they’ve all matured and gone their own ways in life, so they don’t get to see each other that much, especially Ash. But when they do get back together it’s like their kids again.

Alindra: As mentioned Lin was expected to be the responsible role model to her younger siblings, though in practice this proved to be the more mature Bethany. She’s often Lin’s voice of reason when her need to joke about everything becomes too much and knows her better than anyone, which is why she’s her perfect sidekick that can stay positive when she can’t. But it wasn’t always like that, as a child, Lin was jealous of how much time she got to spend with her father, and how protecting her was always the family’s top priority. This has subconsciously followed her into adulthood, manifesting as resentment and frustration at the constant pressure of protecting her. But she’d never ever let Bethany say she was a burden. She really missed her after she was sent to the circle, but she was happy Bethany was is happy and they wrote regularly, something they’ve kept in practice every time Lin has to go off and do Hawke stuff.

Carver was the annoying little brother she was always having to pull away from fights. So of course when he enlisted in the army she had to follow him. After all, she was responsible for him and the two had the kind of begrudging but unbreakable bond only two siblings in the shadow of another can have. She really misses their bickering and beating his ass every time he annoyed her into sparing with him.

Ariel: She doesn’t have any though Sera has become like her little sister. They debate/bicker about elf things all the time but Ari appreciates her unique perspective on things and how she’s taught her not to take some things too seriously, and there is no one in the world Sera trusts more.

[danceswithdarkspawn]

six sentence sunday

i guess this is technically seven if you squint but who's counting, also i am very close to being done with this but oh my god this idiot will not shut up

"This," she said, balling her fists and shaking them. "This insistence to just...keep going, even if I don't want to. It's what Eran used to do for me. Whenever I wanted to lay down and be done with it all, he'd just—" She sucked in a breath; her colorless eyes were wild. "He'd pick me up by the scruff and say 'Get up.'," she hissed through her teeth, "'You're not done yet, get up!'"

[saphylee]

Sylathi is precious~

I know asks can limit how much you wanna say so I was hoping you can give me more information about them! Likes and dislikes and all that jazz.

[vvakarians]

TMI-Tuesday: Dragon Age Edition

I have a bunch of DA oc’s so I’ll just be listing the mains and main-ish ones. Literally all of the exist in the same universe, I’m that person. 

DA:O

Warden-Commander Tauriel Mahariel: Hero of Ferelden/Warrior-Two Handed/Champion/Pan-poly/Dalish/LI: Alistair + Cassiopeia 

Queen Cassiopeia Cousland: Queen of Ferelden/Warden-Constable/Blind/Rogue-Daggers/Bard/Pan-poly/Orlesian born/LI: Alistair and Tauriel

Fen’Asha Tabris: Senior Warden/Blood Mage/Healer/Lesbian/Transwoman/LI: Morrigan 

Serynn Aeducan: Senior Warden/Warrior-Sword + Shield/Champion/Lesbian/Princess of Orzammer/LI: Leliana

Merielle Amell: Senior Warden/Blood Mage/Bi-demiaro/Orlesian/LI: Zevran

Neo Caron: Warden/Elf blooded/Orlesian born/Gay/Former Chevalier/Dual Wielder/LI: Nathaniel Howe 

Cadmius Iraneaus: Warden-Recruit/Dwarven/Tevene/Aro-Ace/Disgraced noble/LI: none, bff’s w/ Sten

DA:2

Ophelia Elspeth Hawke: Champion of Kirkwall/NB-they/them/Rogue-dual wielding/twin to Hero/Assassin/Panro-demi/LI: Fenris

Halcyon Hawke: Templar/Eldest Hawke sib/Warrior/bi-ace/Princess of Starkhaven/LI: Sebastian 

Hero Hawke: Twin to the Champion/Mage/Blood Mage-Healer/Lesbian-poly/LI: Merrill + Isabela

DA:I

Calliope Imryll Lavellan: Lady Inquisitor/Reincarnation of Falon’Din/Dalish/Orlesian-Tevene/Warrior-Mage/Reaver/pan/LI: Solas (or in Halliope and FFXV AU, @lorspolairepeluche ‘s Halla Trevelyan)

Elessar Lavellan: Twin Brother to the Inquisitor/ Warden/ Reincarnation of Dirthamen/Dalish/Orlesian-Tevene/Mage-Archer/Tempest/gay/LI: none

Evra Mahariel: Daughter of the Warden-Commander/Inquisition Footsoldier/Mage/Knight Enchanter/NB-she/they/pan/LI: Cullen

Ariel “Ari” Chatelain: Inquisition scout/Orlesian City elf/ Rogue-dual wielder/Assassin/gay/LI: Krie Mahariel, courtesy of @orihharas

Elodie Vandame: Chevalier/Orlesian Noble/Warrior-Weapon+Shield/Pan/LI: Either Leonelle+Gaspard courtesy of @mordinsolis or Re courtesy of @avitvsrix

August Fischer: Free Mage/Anderfels Noble/Abomination of Valor/Rift Mage/Pan-poly/LI: Cassandra + Silvhen

Silvhen Halveri: Ancient Elf/Agent of Fen’harel/Blood Mage/pan-poly/LI: Cassandra + August

(I do have two bullmancers, a seramancer, a josiemancer, and a dorianmancer, but for the sake of the post and how long it’ll be these are the only ones I’m listing. Feel free to ask tho)

//d&d edition//mass effect edition//

[maiden-of-wolves]

Masterlist

(Updated 6/7/19)

Dragon Age:

Persistence - Essentially a written RP with tk-duveraun {Unfinished - On Hiatus}

     Part 1 (500+ words)

     Part 2 (500+ words)

     Part 3 (500+ words)

     Part 4 (500+ words)

     Part 5 (500+ words) 

     Part 6 (500+ words) 

     Part 7 (500+ words) 

     Part 8 (500+ words) 

     Part 9 (500+ words) 

     Part 10 (500+ words) 

     Part 11 (500+ words) 

     Part 12 (500+ words) 

     Part 13 (500+ words) 

     Part 14 (500+ words) 

     Part 15(500+ words) 

Teaser intro to Chapter 1 of My Name’s Tabris - an AU of Tabris sisters in DA:O - (500+ words)

Teaser Intro to Chapter 2 of My Name’s Tabris -  (500+ words)

Naeleen Fluff - I borrowed quizzikemen’s Athleen to write about an AU idea with her and my warden Naema Tabris - (500+ words)

A Bet - I borrowed quizzikemen’s Daeron for a drabble with Ariel - (500+ words)

When the Night Comes:

Freya Backstory Drabble (~500 words)

Cooling Off - FreyaxFinn Drabble (~250 words)

Seduce Me:

Chapter 1 of Heads in Beds - an AU about the boys learning the human world under a woman’s watchful eye as she takes over her mother’s bed & breakfast as a last ditch effort to stay afloat in life

Chapter 2 of Heads in Beds

Chapter 3 of Heads in Beds

Chapter 4 of Heads in Beds

Chapter 5 of Heads in Beds

Chapter 6 of Heads in Beds

Post with link to chapter 10 of Heads in Beds

Mystic Messenger:

Teaser paragraph for Chapter 2 of my Zen x Cassandra fic

Teaser paragraph for Chapter 3 of my Zen x Cassandra fic

Expectation - Zen x Cassandra [OC] {AU in USA when Zen gets some international fame and needs a translator} - (500+ words)

Teaser Paragraph for Advice Amongst Friends - Chapter 1 - Yoosung x Ella [OC] - Chatroom format - on Ao3

Teaser Paragraph for The Best Vacation Ever - Part 2 - Yoosung x Ella fic on Ao3

Teaser paragraph for Chapter 1 of my Yoosung x Ella fic on Ao3

Teaser paragraph for Chapter 2 of my Yoosung x Ella fic on Ao3

[witchyangels]

GUUUUYS! I’m at 252 followers!

252 Followers!!

*cue screaming*

And I realize I haven’t said welcome or anything to the new people…

HELLO AND WELCOME!!! I hope you enjoy me on your dash!

When I got to 150 I showed little previews of writings that I was working on… 

Idon’thavealottoshowrightnow…

My life is getting a little busier (which is good for my bank account!) so things might be a little slower from me with fics and such……………….

…..

Buuuut if anyone wants me to share anything, just ask!

In faaaaact….

Ask me anything about any of my stories that are on AO3 or the ones that I’m writing, but haven’t made it onto AO3 yet… and I’ll tell you what I can without spoiling anything! :D

On AO3: Dragon Age Origins: Restart The Life and Times of Prince Alistair Theirin

Not on AO3, but I’ve got notes and thoughts on: Ariel Surana and Cullen Rutherford’s story (No title yet) A Day at the Tower (takes place during DAO) Writing Prompt 60 (takes place during DA2)

[danceswithdarkspawn]

@tsunderesalty

screenshot because the ask isnt in my inbox anymore but HI THIS IS FINALLY DONE FROM LIKE (checks calendar) MAY???? anyway by now i think most of us have figured out #1 is going to happen eventually and #2 is fucking...AU material??? which I can't be caught dead doing.

so that leaves us with the Third Option. Did I actually make Morrigan be nice to Ariel??? idk but i tried babes

Brief warning for:

suicidal and/or self-destructive thoughts

mentions of death and dying

general spoilers (this is set post-Griffonheart)

largely unedited because I wanted this to be a little more casual

Morrigan looked up from her makeshift potions table. Ariel sat at the opposite end of the camp, perched in front of the fire, hunched and staring distantly into nothing. A corner of Morrigan’s lips briefly quirked, finding the image of the brooding Grey Warden somewhat reminiscent of the same one she fought the Blight with. Except now her lines were deeper, her face much more gaunt, and she possessed a darkness behind her eyes that was unnatural.

She swallowed thickly and looked back down to the salve she was preparing. She added a little more beeswax to the melting pot and sifted through a collection of tiny corked bottles filled with various oils, finally settling on three. The first contained royal elfroot oil for its restorative properties; the second held embrium, to make the spread warming. And the third was Andraste's Grace, which Morrigan acquired back at Skyhold just for this purpose. Morrigan carefully added a drop each from the first two, and two from Andraste's Grace. A sharply sweet aroma lifted from the pot when she gave the contents a stir. She rifled through her collection of glass containers, picking out one that was short and round, and gave it a cursory wipe down before pouring the contents of the pot into it. Satisfied, she went about making other provisions for the journey ahead.

Morrigan approached the fire sometime later, jarred salve in her hands. Ariel didn't look up from the fire until Morrigan stood beside her. The sharpness of her features were made even more severe by the shadows resting in their hollows. It made her appear much more slight than she was. Her skin was a sickly pale, nearly taking on the orange hue of the light of the campfire. The only variation was marked by black spidering veins creeping up her neck. Ariel's eyes began to cloud in the days prior, transforming her pupils into endless milky pools.

"Do I look that bad?"

Morrigan blinked, catching herself. She released a small breath through her nose and said, "You've not quite the visage of a hurlock. Perhaps there is some humanity left in you yet." A long breath passed with only the crackle of fire between them, meanwhile Ariel simply stared in silence. "I made more of this for you," Morrigan said, holding out the jar. Ariel took it slowly and turned it over in her hands. "I noticed you were having some trouble walking; it should help alleviate some of the pain."

Ariel set the jar down near her boot. "Thanks."

"Are you experiencing any other pains?" Morrigan frowned a little when Ariel shook her head. "Nothing at all?"

The beleaguered Warden let out a humorless laugh. "I'm dying, but yeah, I'm fine." Morrigan inhaled a slow breath and bit down a scathing remark. Ariel tilted her head up to regard her, was silent for a long moment, before letting out a sigh. She looked down, head dropping between her shoulders. Morrigan thought it reminiscent of a dog tucking its tail in. "I'm sorry," Ariel finally said, rubbing at her eyes. "I know you're just trying to help."

Morrigan released a measured breath, feeling her bristling ire cool. She crossed her arms, shifted from one foot to the other, flippant, meaningless motions meant to distract from her raw heart. Anger was how Ariel dealt with things, Morrigan reminded herself. She supposed she would be angry too, given the circumstances. Still, something about this anger was different. Helpless, perhaps.

The night and the campfire crackled on, unaware.

"Is there anything more I can do for you?" The question came out a little sharper than Morrigan intended.

But Ariel let out a bitter laugh that bordered on a sob. She shook her head in her hands, drew in a seething breath, pushed her fingers through her hair. "You could kill me," she finally said.

"I will do no such thing." Ariel didn't answer, hands clenched. "How severe is the pain?"

"Go stick your hand in the fire," Ariel said, motioning. "It's like that, but everywhere." Another hissing inhale. "And probably...I think I'd prefer to burn, at this point."

Morrigan made for her potions stock before Ariel finished, rummaging through little corked bottles, holding them up to the light, before choosing one. She uncorked it on the way back. "You could tell me before it gets so debilitating. Here." She held the bottle out; Ariel righted herself long enough to take and down its contents. Morrigan retook the emptied glass and returned it to the stockpile.

But she lingered there, frozen at first and eyes glazing over open tomes with their annotations, different reagents and the rest of her supplies. Her heart began to gallop, and Morrigan made herself busy without much thought. Pages turned, bottles opened, a crucible was filled; the scent of crushed embrium and wax and just a little rose water and—

"It's not debilitating," Ariel said from across the fire. "If it was, I wouldn't be walking."

"You are a fool," Morrigan spat. She flicked her wrist and a fire sprang to life beneath the crucible. "You needn't be immobile to be debilitated. You know this, I hope?" She shot a look over to the fire, where a pair of colorless eyes bore right through her. She snapped her attention back down, snatching a stirring rod and plunging it into the waxy slurry. "You should be resting."

"I will, once that stuff starts working."

Morrigan scoffed. Her brow ached. "I will hold you to that."

A strained laugh. "What are you gonna do, turn into a wolf and lay on me?"

A pang streaked through the witch's chest. A memory, long since tamped down, dredged to the surface; her lips flickered, the fire licked at the sides of the crucible. Morrigan hadn't meant for the gesture to hold him down, but rather to—

"It worked for Eran, did it not?"

The night turned deathly quiet. Morrigan tamped out the little fire, went about pouring the mixture  into an empty vessel. It wasn't blended well. Too choppy, too stiff from scorching. She'd attempt to salvage it in the morning. It did not matter much to her now, however; the distraction had served its purpose, though her nerves still felt frayed and raw.

"Would you do it for him? If he was like this," Ariel added, and Morrigan snapped her head over. "If he asked you to kill him, would you?"

Her blood turned to ice. A lump formed in her throat and Morrigan struggled to swallow past it. Morrigan was unsure if Ariel's irony was intentional, but its weight was hard for her to ignore. She wondered how fatally close Ariel was to realizing that was exactly what she allowed before the Archdemon's slaying.

Not that she didn't try. Or plead. Or...

Morrigan said nothing, unable past the vice on her throat, knowing her silence was as good an answer as any.

Morrigan returned to the fire some time later, sitting across from her companion. She crossed her arms, minding off the chill that had settled around their makeshift camp. She'd thought these nights very reminiscent of camping during the Blight, especially when the two of them took watches together. How they'd sit across the fire, with Morrigan trying to do something worth doing, and Ariel still and silent as a gargoyle for most of it, save the times either of them grew curious about the other.

They'd come full circle, like a snake eating its own tail.

"Before I left Amaranthine," Ariel began, and Morrigan started a little, "I sent Leliana a letter telling her what I was doing, that I wanted to find an end to the Calling." Morrigan's eyes flicked to Ariel's hands, where she flipped a twig between gloved fingers, all the while her eyes remained on the fire. "Wanted her to come with me, but she couldn't. She told me Justinia wanted her. And I didn't understand because I thought—" Her fingers closed; the twig snapped. She flung the remains into the fire. "She made me promise I would tell her if I got my Calling so she could be with me."

In another life, Morrigan wondered how different this all might be. She knew solitude had done lasting damage to the Warden; it was evident before leaving Skyhold. It was not until this endeavor, however, that the depths of those scars revealed themselves. It was...sad, in a way. Familiar, but also sad. "I imagine it is difficult that she could not accompany us."

A short laugh. "Leaving Skyhold was about as difficult as leaving for Amaranthine," Ariel admitted. Silence. "She still had work to do for the Inquisition. I can't do much about that." She paused again, her head tilting, until she reached down and plucked the jarred salve from beside her boot. "That's what the ring's for, right?" She set the jar in her lap, then pulled upon the fingers of her gloves until they came off. The aforementioned band glinted in the firelight before it too came off, dropped inside a glove, and then set aside in favor of opening the jar. She took a generous amount on her fingers, spread it between her hands. "Though it doesn't really work in a place like this," she continued, sounding a little more subdued. "This in-between bullshit is weird. I can't feel her here."

"The flux of magic here makes such enchantments unpredictable," Morrigan admitted. Ariel answered with a low hum that mingled with a sigh, having steepled her hands over her nose. Her eyes fell closed, and Morrigan's lips quirked with a twinge of pride. The smell was potent, even from across the fire. "I could attempt to alter it, if you wish."

Ariel shook her head, then lowered her hands. "No, it's fine. We have more important things to do than fuck around with a magic ring." She resealed the jar and fished the ring from her glove. "I just didn't want to be alone at the end," she said lowly, sliding the ring back onto her finger. Her touch lingered, twisting the metal, kneading one hand into the other. "I didn't want to die alone in the Deep Roads and be lost down there. If things became so unbearable...if she was with me, then maybe—" She trailed off, her hands lowered, and she stared into some middle distance for a long breath. "I think it's better this way. I wouldn't want her to see me like this."

"No? She is not unfamiliar with death's face."

Ariel shook her head. "Not like this. It's too much. Even being like this around Kieran, the boy's too young...and if I'm honest, I'm—I'm glad Leliana had to stay behind."

Morrigan leaned back on her perch, a brow arched. That was not something she expected from Ariel. "Should I be flattered that you tolerate my company so?"

"I'm too weak," Ariel answered, kneading a hand into her eyes. "I want to go home. I trust you to get me there."

Ah. Well... "You know that there is a chance this does not work."

Ariel's hand lowered, hollow eyes fixed on Morrigan through the flames. Then her head dropped between her shoulders again, her thin hair becoming a curtain. "I know. That's been a possibility for over a decade now. Always there, always stuck to me like a shadow in my thoughts, my dreams, I—" Fingers clawed through her hair, and a low hiss coupled with the crack of embers followed. "If I were still with Leliana, I would have asked her to end it at least a dozen times already."

Morrigan drew in a slow breath. She was beginning to understand; the evidence had been there since leaving Skyhold, but in all the moons since their departure, Ariel's earlier outburst was the first time she voiced such notions. She supposed it was foolish to assume Ariel meant it in jest, though she could hardly fault her regardless.

And again she wondered how things might be different if things had played out just a bit differently.

Love was such a trap, one all of them had been snared by in one way or another.

"And you think Leliana would kill you?"

"If I were to beg, if things were so hopeless..." She slowly shook her head in her hands, her hair bunching in the crooks of her fingers. "I'd like to think she would," Ariel answered, not looking up, her voice a touch thicker. "I hope she wouldn't."

Morrigan was unsure of what to say. Delicate sympathy was very much out of her element. It was one thing to deal with the ills of her son; it was an entirely different matter responding to grief left to fester for a decade. When everything aligned and horror seeped in, it was everything Morrigan could do to stave away her own grief. "Do you truly believe she would allow you to lay down and die? Have you so little faith in her, in yourself?"

The Warden reared back, her lips spread into a bitter grin and she laughed. Morrigan bit the inside of her lip, golden gaze narrowing, watching Ariel claw at the twin streaks running down her face. "This is what I mean," she said, and Morrigan raised a brow. "Why I'm glad I'm with you and not her."

"I am afraid I do not follow."

"This," she said, balling her fists and shaking them. "This insistence to just...keep going, even if I don't want to. It's what Eran used to do for me. Whenever I wanted to lay down and be done with it all, he'd just—" She sucked in a breath; her colorless eyes were wild. "He'd pick me up by the scruff and say 'Get up.'," she hissed through her teeth, "'You're not done yet, get up!'" A long silence followed while Ariel stared into the fire, her breath heavy, and her visage looking every bit beastlike with the way the fire and ghastly light of the Crossroads lit her face. For a moment, Morrigan wondered if this place knew of Ariel's nature.

"I need that," Ariel finally spoke, subdued again. "I need to be told to keep going. Not soft reassurances and 'oh, darling, rest for a while.' No, as much as I want that, it won't fix me. Once this is done, if I survive this, I'll have a lifetime of that, but for now, I—" She looked off to some unknowable spot beyond the fire, then finally dragged herself to her feet, collecting her discarded things. "I suffer a little now, it'll feel all the better when it's over. That's how that works, right?"

Morrigan's lips momentarily quirked. "Yes, the sooner I return you to that tart of yours, the better, I think."

Ariel tossed her a hollow glare. "She's not a tart."

"No? The way she acts around you, I might have been fooled." The jab dredged out a reaction from Ariel that Morrigan had not seen since departing Skyhold: she smiled, a genuine, lopsided smile, and she raked a hand through her hair, looking down. Morrigan could guess what she might be thinking about. "We should move on from this place come morning," Morrigan suggested before they carried on further. "We have lingered here for long enough."

"Right. That's probably wise."

With that, Ariel vanished into her tent, and Morrigan set about preparing for the journey come morning. She sorted and packed up much of her supplies, putting away the things she would not need immediately and leaving the rest before setting off.

"Morrigan?"

She snapped her head toward Ariel's tent, finding the woman dressed down and standing with her hands fidgeting at her front. Morrigan opened her mouth to ask what was the matter, but she finally spoke.

"Thank you," she simply said. "For everything."

Morrigan's thoughts fell over themselves until she finally managed, "Of course." Of course. As if it were the most...natural, obvious answer. If Ariel thought it indifferent, however, she gave no indication. She nodded in farewell before disappearing back into her tent, this time for good.

Morrigan went back to organizing her things, albeit in a slower, more deliberate manner as her mind wandered. Was she doing enough? Could this be stopped? What if it couldn't?

The heavy lid of the trunk carrying her various reagents thumped shut, but her hands lingered upon it, her eyes following the worn ivy patterns carved all across it. It had to be, she told herself. "Would you do it for him," she mouthed, her fingers curling in on themselves.

She wondered what he might say. She wondered if he'd let her.