#velahris lavellan

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Also, fml, I just decided that my Rook is going to be the younger sister of my Inquisitor, Velahris Lavellan.

Like, I can see Ravenna just poking at her sister to actually spill the beans about Varric (because yes, I ship my Inquisitor with Varric AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM DOING SO LOL.) because SHE KNOWS that her sister is hiding something.

Like, she just cannot stop mentioning him in EVERY SINGLE LETTER they exchange (even if she always refers to him in a professional manner), but Ravenna CAN READ through those lines.

Because yes, I am going with the whole shtick of Stoic sarcastic emotionally constipated older sister vs fun-loving, little ray of sunshine (to hide away the sadness) younger sister.

I mean, this just means that Ravenna is already equipped to deal with Lucanis, considering she had to deal with her sister's grumpiness HER ENTIRE LIFE.

But one thing is for sure: at least Lucanis will make a better coffee lol though, I do envision some rivarly between him and Ravenna because MY GIRL CAN COOK (sorry, but as an Italian, I cannot for the life of me have an Italian-Based Character that has no idea how to cook. It's a matter of personal pride lol).

Like, I have to be honest, from what little I know about Lucaris and his personality, I can see him as a bit of a grouchy sad cat.

So now I want Ravenna to be his safe haven, from when things are so dire that not even a good cup of coffee can chase troubles away.

Now I just have to see how things are going to be in general, considering that I made Ravenna's sister a Mage lololololol

gods am stocked.

This will be running in the back of my mind for a while, I already know that things are brewing.

BREWING.

And now I have basically both that and Mephistea running parallels.

this is going to be FUN.

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Coming back to bless your dashes with Artbreeder Vel fresh off the press!! She looks so great and I honestly didn’t expect it to come out this good but, well... Varric better avert his eyes 👀 ☘️

[sasshole-for-rent]

"It's really coming down out there, petal... whatever shall we do to wait out the storm?"

"I have a few ideas, ma vhenan..."

Velahris Lavellan & Varric for @lyrium-lavellan

[serpenstoned]

when @lyrium-lavellan told me about Vel’s frilly pink undies....i simply could not resist.

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@ the anon who said determined, stern Vel is hot - this is for you, my friend 🌺🔥

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In Confidence

*a conversation had in a quiet corner of Skyhold between two best friends about the possible necessity for a wingman*

Hawke: Will you write her story too?

Varric: Who? What’re you talking about, Hawke?

H: The Inquisitor, of course. You’re sweet on her, Varric. I can tell.

V: How do you figure that?

H: It’s not hard to notice, you know. The whole ‘making calf-eyes at each other during important missions’ thing is a little obvious. Not to mention how you look at her... And the kitchen maids are only too happy to share whispers of your nocturnal activities. Or at least the fact that you hardly spend the night in your own room.

V: Not so loud, please! Andraste’s sacred knickers, you really haven’t learned the art of subtlety.

H: Neither have you, from what I hear. Probably spend your nights pining for her like an idiot. You know she likes you too, right?

V: Hm?

H: Maker, Varric. Haven’t you noticed? She looks at you like you’re made of solid gold. Reminds me of Merrill, actually.

V: I guess so. But that’s just her personality, though. Too nice for her own good.

H: The Inquisitor’s fallen hard, Varric. Take it easy on her.

V: Don’t worry. But I think it’s her who’s gonna have to go easy on me. 

H: And here I thought you didn’t go for the hero types!

V: She’s not a hero. She’s just a normal person caught in the middle of all this shit, like you and me.

H: Then why is she called Inquisitor?

V: Convenient title. Besides, Inquisitor Velahris Lavellan - it has a nice ring to it, eh?

H: That’s her name? And you call her Clover? How’d you get there?

V: Long story. Tell you over drinks later.

H: Hey, V, if you ever need a wingman...

V: If I ever do, Hawke, you’ll be the first to know.

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I was tagged by @bakedsweetroll to make my otp in this picrew and I just couldn’t resist!! They have matching earrings and I think that’s sweet of them 🌺💖

I’m tagging @rivainisomniari @sasshole-for-rent @herald-divine-hell @dharma-writes and whoever else wants to do this!

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@serpenstoned​ @davnwillcome​  So I see y’all are reblogging Vel’s intro but she looks crusty with no mods so let me show you...

My beautiful, modded, less crusty baby girl!

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THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER IM-😭💖🌺

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Cullen: does literally anything

Vel:

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“I’m gonna fuck that”

[sasshole-for-rent]

FIC OR TREAT!! @lyrium-lavellan I ended up drawing your Velahris infected with red lyrium! Hope you like it! ♡♡♡

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Vel and Anders would get along extremely well and no I’m not taking constructive criticism 

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Red Inside, Eating You Up

It was Vel who heard it first. The low, mournful melody of the stone - eking its way into her brain, corrupting her from the inside out.

“Do you hear it?” She spoke softly, barely a murmur over the noise of the prison. Clanging steel gates, screaming prisoners, the crying of the desperate.

“Hear what?” Varric replied, looking up at her to find her face empty, devoid of emotion. At the corner of her eye was a line of red, just beneath the skin. It glowed inside her, a sickly red warmth.

“The song.” Vel says, eyes blank and drifting into the darkness beyond their cell. “It’s beautiful, but so sad.”

Varric pauses for a moment, looking down at his hands.

“I know, Clover. I know.”

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He was glad he couldn’t see himself. Almost a year in a prison had him a little worse for wear - most notably, at least to him, the fact he hadn’t been able to shave. His beard grew in thick and fast, unpleasant and unwanted. Vel didn’t seem to mind, nuzzling her face up against his cheek.

“You look good with a beard, Varric.” Vel added, curling herself up into his lap with practiced ease. It was less difficult to fit her there, now - her frame was bony and pale, sickened and so small. Her tiny, thin hands found their way to Varric’s exposed chest, eventually wrapping themselves around his neck. They were cold and clammy against his skin, but he didn’t care.

He pulled her against his chest, taking off his duster to wrap it around her. She shivered slightly at the flutter of wind created by his movement, and he quickly pulled her in, tucking her head flush against his chest. 

“Really, Clover? Hm. I don’t like it. Isn’t it scratchy?” He huffs, planting his chin on the top of Vel’s head.

“No. It feels like home.” Vel speaks, her voice drifting into a whisper.

“Then I guess I’ll keep it. Just a little longer, though.”

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She got worse quicker than Varric thought she would.

“I’m going to die, aren’t I?” She whispered, crawling her way to him in the dark.

“Hey, don’t talk like that. Someone’ll come for us, Clover. There’s... There’s gotta be someone still out there.” Varric wrapped her small, spindly frame in his arms, trying in vain to comfort her.

“Varric, look at me.” Vel tugs his chin down, forcing him to look. Her skin was sunken and grey, lips cracked and eyes starting to crystallize. She hadn’t slept in days- no, weeks. How long had it been since they’d eaten? “I’m dying.”

“If we’re going to die here, tell me the story of her. Of Bianca.” She asked, her voice hoarse with pain. 

“I made a promise, Vel. I can’t just...” Varric starts, before being interrupted.

“The world is gone, Varric. Tell me the story. Please?”

“I... Alright, Petal. I’ll tell you.”

“Petal? That’s new.” Vel’s lips quirked into a tired smile.

“I can’t keep calling you Clover, now can I?”

“Suppose not. And Varric?” Vel mumbles, lifting her head up slightly to meet his eyes.

“Hm?” Varric hums in question before Vel presses her lips to his. It was a long, slow kiss, ending with their foreheads pressed together, sad smiles on both of their faces.

“If I’m going to die, there’s no one I’d rather die with than you, Storyteller.”

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C R I M S O N  S I L K  &  C L O V E R  F L O W E R S

Vel and Varric are my ultimate OTP and it shows

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#24 Tender for Vel/Varric please? :)

24. Tender - for Vel and Varric @dalish-rogue

She was nothing like Bianca. She was tender and compassionate, sweet and genuine. She trusted fully, loved without reservation, and Varric fell for her much faster than he should have.

“So, you and the Boss, huh? Lucky.” Bull half-whispers to Varric over a pint of ale in the Herald’s Rest. He seemed almost jealous, but who wouldn’t be? Vel was who she was. Not to mention, she did have a look about her. That sweet, doe-eyed elven face that made his bones turn to jelly.

“Am I? I feel like any minute, the Seeker’s going to come in and lop my head off for getting too close to her.” Varric laughs, only slightly serious. He knew that Cassandra wouldn’t dare. Vel had gone through enough as of late.

“Hey, everyone needs a distraction. Just so happens that yours is Vel.” Bull shrugs, leaning over the table to order another round. Vel walks into the tavern, slipping into the seat next to him and tucking her hand in his under the table.

“Long day?” Varric says, chuckling softly.

“You can say that again.” She smiles slightly, pressing her thumb into his palm. The gentle, affectionate touch made him sigh. “I could go for a drink.”

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