pellelavellan
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YOU'RE A LITTLE TRAGEDY AREN'T YOU. . .
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I did more but okay listen these are thirst traps wait
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The magic of photo shopping has granted you guys the boy with the missing pieces edited
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I NEEd to repost this meme so I never lose it again it’s an ancient artifact of my old blog
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every banter with varric be like
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What's one thing you are itching to do with Pelle?
Oooo tbh I really wanna do like a paranormal type of thread with like haunted places or talking with/looking for evidence of ghosts
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Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age franchise) Quote Starters
(feel free to edit as needed)
“Why be ashamed? Power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.”
“I always smile. People like my smile, and they should! I have excellent teeth.”
“Do you feel that? My magic-sensing nose is tingling!”
“The successor must prove he could slaughter his enemies, he doesn’t actually do it. We aren’t savages.”
“Yes, and I’d live longer if I ate only rice and boiled vegetables, but that’s just as unlikely.”
“What do they call this? A ‘bog’? Lovely word.”
“The thing is, sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.”
“If it says anything other than ‘I’m going to burn your face off,’ I don’t want to hear it.”
“I suppose the ancients weren’t all that clever.”
“Slap a coat of paint on it, you’d have a halfway decent hovel.”
“Lively for a wasteland, I’ll give it that.”
“We can rule out _____ for this. Not enough blood splattered everywhere.”
“What do you know of 'my kind’, _____?”
“Tell that to mister barely concealed envy issues!”
“You’d do a word puzzle if I gave it to you?”
“You have a question? Are your whiskers quivering with curiosity?”
“That would be easier to believe if you hadn’t just blushed.”
“And… this is how you want to look?”
“You didn’t knock over a single priceless statue, or fart even once near the dessert table!”
“(Sighs.) Discretion isn’t your thing, is it?”
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Will there be another sheet I don't know (but if there is it will be elderly edition aka Deshanna, Ingi, Faolan, and maybe Assan) but for nowwww? Clan Lavellan that are within Pelle's age range except for Maevis who is actually a child whoop.
In order: Finni 22, Pelle 23, Mallas 21 at death, Durgen 25, Talwinne 23, Maevis 16, Nara 27, Basil 25
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The mage made a good point. While Pelle had gone nearly his entire life never seeing one templar that was absolutely not a universal experience. From what he'd heard recently--though there were mixed opinions of whether or not templars were good or bad for mages, he counted himself lucky to have gone so long without any contact.
That being said, it was a valid response. It wasn't common to see any large group of mages unsupervised...anywhere actually. He imagined it must have been strange for some, being outside of the Circle for the first time in years. Adjusting must have been challenging.
The mention of 'time crap' piqued the elf's interest though. He hadn't actually been to Redcliffe yet, and so he knew about as much as anyone was willing to tell about the rebellion which at this point hadn't been much.
"Time...crap?" he repeated. Not to brush over that Mother Giselle had done well to have instilled a little trust in the refugees to allow the healer to help them. It was lovely to hear, he was happy that the mage had found some place to belong outside of Redcliffe or a Circle. He was just intrigued by the things said before that.
"Would you mind elaborating on that?"
@stellstells
@pellelavellan Do you remember anything unusual? (For Filarick, possibly to ask him about his experience with the mage rebellion before he left?)
Filarick thought about how to respond to the question for a second before saying. "I don't think I can call anything that went on was usual or unusual. Until now it wasn't usual for mages of such large groups to be outside of a Circle let alone without a templar escort. But also it's not unusual for large groups of scared people to do stupid things."
He paused and rolled his shoulders back before continuing his train of thought. "I think the really unusual stuff that I saw came after I left Redcliffe, before the time crap. I met Mother Giselle and was given some actual trust by clergy since this war began." Filarick got a small smile on his thought recalling their meeting. " I mean, she actually talked the refugees into letting me stay and help them how I could, mainly being healing."
#stellstells#c: Filarick#{{ it is not death i refuse by extinction }} inquisitor#SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE TEN YEARS TO ANSWER#I hope it's okay ;w;
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He stumbled into faith and thought...
"god this is all there is..."
1 of 3 Tarots for Pelle. This is Tarot 2 aka High Approval. The inspiration is the Three of Wands for my tarot mutuals <3
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Pelle was very pleased with himself. He was pretty sure it was safe to say that he'd won their little game. This one at least. What luck that Talon would challenge him to something he was so good at. If his mouth wasn't occupied sealing is victory he might have gloated a little. But that would have to wait, because Talon's voice telling him he was about to cum was far too delicious, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going swallow his load.
His pace didn't stop, and he hoped that was good enough an indication to Talon of what he intended to do.
Additionally, Pelle was well aware that he had literally just came himself, but the assassin's own desire that was building inside of him was making the elf horny all over again. Sometimes he wondered if it was a vice to enjoy so greedily the effect he had on the men he fucked. Having a sense for their arousal, and the desire they felt for him in the moment really got him high with pleasure. He loved being desired, even if it was only temporary.
Talon wasn't nearly as loud as he'd been, and maybe that was not something they had in common. After all, he'd been told in the past he could be pretty loud when he was having a good time. This was the first time him and Talon were having sex, and so there were many things to learn about the other. Thus far, he'd learned the Talon liked to reduce his partners to writhing messes and that he was such a brat when told what to do.
It hadn't even occurred to him that Talon was probably doing this on purpose to get him to put 110% into this blowjob he was giving him. He'd been challenged and goddamn if he wasn't going to fucking deliver. Talon's dick wasn't necessarily smaller than ones he'd put his mouth on in the past, it was actually pretty familiar to him length wise, which made the muscle memory of it all that much easier.
His calmer form of pleasure hadn't deterred Pelle either, he might not have bee as vocal about his gratification, but the elf could feel it. He'd realized quite early into his sexual excursions that he very much liked the praise received from getting someone else off. Some people moaned it to him outright while he sucked them off, others it was quieter, more subtle, but the body never lied in it's language. He got a high from it, and quite possibly was exactly why he'd never stopped chasing after it.
What he was doing now was working, but he could still do better. He could please him with his mouth and his hands. His bobbing slowed if only for a moment's time, just enough that he could get his free hand on the man's cock. Then he was back at it, his hand stroking the erection in those split moments when his mouth wasn't on him.
#quiisquiliae#c: Talon#{{ it is not death i refuse but extinction }} inquisitor#{{ with the same sweet shock as when adam first came }} nsfw
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"You're injured," was the first thing that came out of Pelle's mouth. It was absolutely not an answer to her question but rather an out loud observation. Nevertheless, the healer instincts had kicked in and he'd approached her before he'd even considered if she was skittish about strangers.
"It's just talk," he answered her question. "I met some people fairly recently, they mentioned there was something off about you but they didn't really elaborate on it."
He raised his hand to her head though stopping before he touched her. He wasn't one to violate boundaries, injury or not. He wanted to help if he could of course, but if she would rather he left it alone then he wouldn't force her. "May I have a look?" he asked. "At your head I mean."
@pellelavellan asked:
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜ (For nimue. Lmk if it's okay but if she is Dalish maybe some have spoken about her cause yk dalish do be gossipin)
Not afraid? Outwardly, she'd done nothing, right? Well, aside from be an elf, but Pelle was elven, too. Dalish, even. Had she done something in her past? Something worth fear? Was that the source of her darkened thoughts? Her violent tendencies? Those things she kept in check every waking moment of every day?
"---Why would you be? I'm... afraid my memory is a little..." A hand rose, brushing fingertips over a somewhat fresh wound hidden by her hair. "Incomplete."
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
#ooc#out of quizzy#the amount of times i have to look up a word to make sure it means what i think it does and not that the vibes are simply correct lmao#real shit
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@chasindtrevelyan
The familiar language caught Pelle by surprise and he turned quickly towards the sound. He'd not heard anyone speak elven since Josephine's kind attempt to greet him when they'd met. That greeting had been a phrase he wasn't surprised that she'd heard around, it was very common. The voice that called out to them now though was spoken from a native speaker, he could tell, and that meant one of his people.
The first feeling the words evoked were confusion. He hadn't seen any Dalish clans since they'd arrived. Frankly, he couldn't imagine any clan would have stuck around long with the sheer amount of fighting that was going on. The place was a damned battleground, and he sympathized with the refugees who were caught in the middle of it.
Upon seeing that the person calling out to them and now approaching was in fact one of his people, he couldn't help but smile. Confusing as it was it was a comfort to see another elf after being surrounded by humans for the few months between travelling to the Conclave, and now being in the Inquisition.
For a moment he was a little too stunned to speak and eventually caught himself staring very stupidly at the fellow elf. Once he'd caught that it clicked, he'd bee asked a question, or a confirmation of sorts.
"I--" he began but trailed off. Was he leading? He was the herald he supposed, though if that meant he was in charge that had entirely gone right over his head. "yes--" he paused again. No one had corrected him, so he kept going. "I'm sorry. Yes, we are. That is why we're here."
He was still curious what another Dalish elf was doing here of all places. Maybe he was wrong to assume that no clan would want any business lingering around here. Were there more of them?
"Where is your clan--if you don't mind me asking." there was also of course the tragic answer. They were dead, and he was the only one left. "Are you here by yourself?"
One would think that with a giant hole in the sky and demons everywhere that there would be plenty of work for a freelance mercenary. Clearing demons, rebels, and who knew what else from people’s land seemed like the sort of thing that one would pay well for, but things had gone the exact opposite way. Fox knew it was likely in poor taste to hope to profit off the current misfortunes of the people around him, but a man had to make a living, and it wasn’t like extorting nobles was really that bad in the grand scheme of things.
But the Nobles weren’t hiring, and the people who might have weren’t the sort Fox would extort. Instead, he’d been doing his best to help where he could, escorting refugees to what safe places there were and providing fresh kills to feed the hungry. Unfortunately, he was just one man, and even with his skills as a hunter, it wasn’t enough to help the sheer number of people who had been misplaced.
As luck would have it however, there seemed to be someone with power finally doing something. The Inquisition, as he’d heard the group called, had arrived in the Hinterlands and appeared to be making some headway in clearing out the mess. Word had them in the vicinity of the Crossroads, and Fox wondered if perhaps they could use an extra hand.
A couple of questions to the right people and he found himself pointed towards a small group led by, of all people, a dalish elf. He’d not expected to see another of his people in the area, and especially not as the one who was apparently in charge.
Unexpected, but not unwelcome.
“Savhalla!” he called as he approached, hoping the other man would be welcoming to an outsider. “I hear you and yours are the ones leading the relief efforts.”
@pellelavellan
#chasindtrevelyan#c: Fox#{{ it is not death i refuse by extinction }} inquisitor#this took so long to reply to I'm so sorry vdlv.fdh
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Winter Palace - closed rp w/ quiisquilae
@quiisquiliae
Mythal's blessed tits! Orlesians, despite how conniving and terrifying they were, they were also....so fucking boring. Pelle had never spent any good or serious amount of time thinking about what a bunch of wealthy assholes talked about all day and yet--he was still pretty disappointed. He'd had conversations with nugs more interesting than the nonsense he'd overheard while trying to listen for anything of actual value.
He knew the reason they were there was important, but there wasn't anywhere else he wouldn't rather be than here at this masquerade. It'd been a shit show since he stepped through the gate. He hadn't even three steps into the courtyard before people started gossiping amongst themselves--with a tacky lack of subtlety at that. 'An elf savage,' someone had proclaimed almost immediately, and the amount of times he'd been so endearingly called a 'rabbit' had not gone unnoticed.
But--he'd had enough wine to ignore his discomfort standing in what felt like a den of wolves, and he would thank a typically unfortunate habit for survival to stride quietly amongst humans because it meant it was easier for him to go unnoticed standing in on conversations. He wasn't drunk, but about as relaxed as one could be socializing and eavesdropping on people who hated you.
When he found Talon, whom he was sure was just as pissed off to be here as he was, he'd finally managed to fake smile and flatter his way out of one of the dullest conversations he'd ever had in his entire life.
"Ugh, I'm going to need more wine if I'm going to have to carry on like that for the rest of the night," was as all he had to say about that. He didn't know Talon very well, he was a pretty fresh recruit.
Though green as he was Pelle had thought it would be properly stupid not to bring a trained assassin to an alleged planned assassination. This was his profession after all, he might notice things that he or the rest of his companions might not.
"I hope you're having better luck than me," he commented, making a small attempt to recover some modem of professionalism after his griping. It wasn't that he'd heard nothing interesting, but it hadn't come without sifting through a lot useless chatter.
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While I’m making little writing calls also send my son random questions to answer if you want to <3
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Work hasn’t been bad at all today so I think I’ll write tonight. I know some of y’all have been waiting a fat second for a reply sbdbdbsbshsh I’m gonna work on them tonight hopefully.
This is your time to like this if you wanna like this if you want to write <3
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That moment when you write a scene so fucked up, even you yourself have to take a step back and process it
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