#Halevune Mahariel
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[ID: Digital drawing of an elven man with pale skin and short, straight white hair from the shoulders up on a dark red-brown background. His left ear is torn, on his face is Falon'Din's vallaslin in a pale reddish purple, and he is wearing a blue top with silver filigree that goes up the collar and down the shoulders. He is looking toward the viewer with half lidded eyes and a small smirk. End ID.]
Halevune for @dreadfutures 🖤
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The Devil.
The vallaslin were chains, once, after all.
Halevune Mahariel | Hero of Ferelden
Details and process gif (x). Full version (x). Symbolism below.
The Devil. (x)
When the Devil card appears in a reading it usually shows that you are not in control of your life, sometimes as a result of your own actions, but more often as a byproduct of inaction. This loss of control often leads to loss of hope, and a lack of faith in your own abilities.
Your own mindset is a critical factor when the Devil card appears. If you think darkness has won, it has. If you are willing to let others exploit and restrain you, then they can and they will. But no one has power over you unless you give it away. If you are willing to release yourself from the chains of ignorance, you can do so, and you can step into the light. See how much you can accomplish when you believe you can.
UPRIGHT: shadow self, attachment, addiction, restriction, sexuality
REVERSED: releasing limiting beliefs, exploring dark thoughts, detachmen
Halevune Mahariel is not dead, but sometimes he thinks the world wants him to be.
From granting self-governance to the Denerim alienage to giving the Dalish their own land in Fereldan to becoming Teyrn of Gwaren himself, you'd think Halevune Mahariel's legacy would be unforgettable--the changes he's made, irrevocable.
And yet they are being forgotten, and undone, even a mere year after the Blight. His friend, now-King Alistair, made promises about protecting the fledgling alienage, about making reparations for Loghain selling them into slavery...and yet they seem to be empty promises.
As the world grinds its heel into elves across Ferelden, and then mages everywhere, Despair eats at Halevune just as the Taint in his blood eats at him. All Hal can see are his failures, the evils of the world. All he can feel is the weight of his losses: his clan, his youth, his legacy...and soon, his family. He can hear the Calling coming for him in his dreams, and all he wants to do is spend time with his young son and his bond mate, Morrigan.
Halevune can no longer see the light. He is being held back by the chains of his past, by the fear of death, and by a Despair of his own making.
For Hal must remember... The world will never change if he stops trying.
The Vallaslin - Falon'Din is the God of Death in Hal's culture, and Hal is now keenly aware of his mortality as a Warden who underwent the Joining after already being infected for a while. His time is limited on this plane, and he is haunted by the marks that he wears on his face for that reason. But one day he will also learn the truth of Falon'Din and the Evanuris, and Despair for another reason.
The Raven Feather - Represents Morrigan and Kieran, the only lights in his life. They are the torch, temptation, for him to abandon his duties and responsibilities. All he wants is to go to them, and spend his limited time with them.
But...
The Cobwebs - Hal is already dead, dying, decaying, forgotten. Ferelden would relegate him to a historical figure if they could. The common folk are tired of his empty promises and his failures to secure change for them or protect them, now that the Blight is over. And the nobles are tired of him trying.
The Hands - Hal's clan is dead, and many others are dead, since he became a Warden. He has no one to rely on, no one to go back to. Only ghosts. Hal feels like he is alone in the world besides Morrigan and Kieran, though he does have friends. He just can't see them through his anger and despair.
#dragon age tarot#oc tarot#mahariel#warden#dao#dragon age origins#halevune mahariel#my art#holy fuck i did this in like. 10 hours.#after a bad day in lab.#the hyperfixation was real#the LEVEL UP was real#fuck it's 2am#fuckkkk#but i'm so proud of this one sec let me set up the detail post lol#i'll upload the full size to deviantart#after sleeping
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Henlo! For this DWC Friday.... I am curious about Hal & Talenna. 🌚 there’s a price to be paid for the things that we do.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I had a fun time with this one. Its as though the snow started up just to set the atmosphere for it. I didn't strictly quote the prompt in this one but it is definitely a theme, as I think it is with all Wardens to an extent, when the price you pay is the luxury of a longer life. Hope you enjoy ;w;
for @dadrunkwriting
Rated G: Bittersweet, Angst-Lite, ~630 words
The Price That We Pay For The Things That We Do, And Steps That We Take To Compensate | By Exalted_Dawn
Ink pooled against the final press of quill to parchment, wetting the page in a perfect, round puddle as the rest of the words she had written were set and drying. The charcoal bleed had stained her fingers and the edge of her palm where it had brushed against page, but it could be washed off later. It was the words she had captured that would stain her the longest, summarized in chicken scratch but echoing perfectly in the deeper corners of her mind. She had made sure to remember them all in perfect detail– at this point the written recounting was little more than insurance. A way to keep her client’s paranoia at bay.
Though, this particular client did not give her that distinct impression. Throughout the entire process, he had been distant. A faint presence even while sitting in front of her. His eyes, milky white and rimmed with purple shadow, had remained elsewhere as he spoke– pinned on the swirling snow outside the tent she had requested he meet her at. Watching as his footprints were slowly erased beneath the flurry and his trail wiped away by time. As was the way of things. But then, she supposed they had both gathered here to fight that fate, if only by a little.
“Is there anything else you would like added?” she asked, her voice quieted beneath the blanket of winter. “Anything particular you would wish to be remembered? I can promise that the events will be presented as they happened, but I get the feeling that this was meant to be more than just a history...”
Her words trailed off, leaving room for a response, but Warden Mahariel’s eyes remained fixed on the tent entrance. Not pointedly. Not with purpose. Just… fixed.
Talenna frowned.
A history could have been found in any number of books. Talenna was certain the events of his had been recorded more times than could be counted. If that had been all he was after, then she doubted he would have come here at all.
But she was a storyteller, not a historian. And what most separated story from history was its heart– a message.
She sighed. “...What do you want him to remember most, lethal’lin?”
Ever so faintly, the Warden’s face pinched with purple shadow– a bitter thaw. He lowered his face, tracing the lines and blackened skin of his palms in thought. Talenna tracked the bob of his throat as he forced himself to swallow. He had talked much today, and the day’s air was not kind for so many words, but she needed these ones. They were the most important.
“That I never stopped fighting,” he whispered at last, his voice choked. “For the Dalish… for the city elves...”
For him, and for a cure. Morrigan had told her.
“For the future,” she added softly, and nodded. With a final blow to her pages, she tucked them away into the safety of a leather satchel and stood. “It will be done. When the story is finished, and time has done its work, I will be sure to find him and deliver it to his ears personally.”
His hand clenched tight. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” Talenna turned and took a step towards the tent flap. “But I will.”
It was her promise as a storyteller, to make sure his message was delivered. To the People, aye, but also his people. His family.
If the Warden at her back had any further objections he did not speak them, and so Talenna considered her work done. With a deep breath in, scented slightly of death, and the story of Warden Halevune Marahriel heavy in her heart, Talenna braced herself and stepped out into the swirling snow.
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Duty pulls Halevune from his fragile family and the home they've carved in the Crossroads.
In which Mahariel navigates his relationship with Morrigan, fatherhood, and the politics of the Wardens and being an elven Teryn.
I had the absolute honor and privilege to write this gift for my beloved and talented friend @dreadfutures (youworeblue on ao3) as part of the DAFF Discord’s Annual OC Swap! Halevune Mahariel is her Warden OC and it was a treat to explore this part of his story <3
tags/rating/word count etc. under the cut
Rating: Teen & Up Audiences
No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 5038 (complete)
Fandoms: Dragon Age Origins: Awakening, Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age (Video Games)
Relationship: Male Mahariel/Morrigan
Characters: Male Mahariel, Halevune Mahariel, Morrigan, Kieran, Nathaniel Howe, Velanna
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Fantasy Racism, Gwaren, Vigil’s Keep, Minor Canonical Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Grey Wardens, Fereldan Politics, City Elves, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Dark Ritual, The Crossroads, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending
DAFF tag list: @warpedlegacy | @rakshadow | @rosella-writes | @effelants | @bluewren | @breninarthur | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @theluckywizard | @nirikeehan | @oxygenforthewicked
#my writing#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age awakening#mahariel x morrigan#warden mahariel#morrigan#kieran#dragon age fanfic#the great annual oc swap#dao#daa#halevune mahariel
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A little DAFF Secret Satinalia exchange treat for @dreadfutures, lined by Haunt and shaded by Mulch!
Halevune Mahariel shares a spooky Dalish tale with his son. Kieran has heard this one so many times that it's no longer scary.
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Commission of the Windy Marcher himself, Halevune Mahariel for @dreadfutures ! 💙
#dragon age#warden mahariel#mahariel#hale mahariel#halevune mahariel#da:o#dragon age origins#The Hero of Ferelden#hero of ferelden#grey warden#art commission#color commission#thank you so much again!!#wardens are a treat to draw and i am *so* happy
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Commission for @dreadfutures’s boy Halevune Mahariel! I loved painting him, thank you so much! ♥
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Warden Commander. Teyrn of Gwaren. Hero of Ferelden.
Halevune Mahariel.
Dead Man Walking.
Warden. Champion. Inquisitor.
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"Except that I could have," Halevune snapped back. "I could have pressed Alistair—"
"There's only so much one damn elf can do, Hal!" she said. "You did more in a year than any had even tried in eight-hundred!"
I realized I had no art of my Hero of Ferelden and my Inquisitor TOGETHER despite how important their relationship is to me <3 So I turned to @crunchyncrumbly again for this awesome commission!!!
As y'all can probably tell I love their work and working with them so much. Please check out their offerings!
#dragon age fanart#lavellan#mahariel#warden#dao#dai#inquisitor#inquisitor lavellan#hero of ferelden#ixchel lavellan#halevune mahariel#the brave guide#dragon age fanfic#art for blue
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The Brave Guide, Ch 69: Smoke-Softened Souls
It's chapter 69, which means we're breaking out the elfroot. Merrill's grand plan to get Halevune Mahariel to just fucking chill man is to get him stoned. And it works! A Dalish snuggle puddle ensues.
She looked around again at her companions to find that Merrill had practically pulled Hal into her lap for a sleepy and utterly content hug… And Hal had allowed it. Head on her shoulder, his white hair dusting her coat like snow, and one of his arms entwined with hers as if to say, alright, I’m not going anywhere.
Ixchel could nearly feel it herself: the warmth, the security, the relief of finally letting someone who knows you and sees you tend to your needs. Old clan mates coming together after so long, sinking into old habits, and remembering that the world maybe had not changed as much as it seemed.
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The Devil.
The vallaslin were chains, once, after all.
Halevune Mahariel | Hero of Ferelden
Full version (X). Alt Version & Symbolism (X).
Process gif and brushes used below:
BRUSHES USED:
@bunabi (Patreon) - Arrow Stamp Brush, Star Ribbon
@paperwick (Tarot Brush Set) - 3b pencil, Better Grunge, bristle, and rough ink brushes
Kienan Lafferty (Patreon) - KNKL Chalk Brush
#my art#process#dragon age tarot#halevune mahariel#oc tarot#i will post the full size to deviantart after sleeping lmao it's 3am#fkdjslfas
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You too can get some lil guys! @exalted-dawn's commissions are here, and they're listed under the "Icons" tier.
These are: IxchelApproves, Ter Fingerguns, HalGromp, and FelassanImp. And I love them!
I commissioned @exalted-dawn for some discord emojis of my Dragon Age children to go along with all the other OC Emojis she's done for the Dragon Age Fan Fiction server <3
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❤️ Mahariel and his tot having a quiet morning in a warm home.
I I was going to do more, but I'm calling it here. I was drawing inspiration from Scott Gustafson's "Night Before Christmas" art, which is super warm and textured and stands out in my memory. I didn't get very far on that front, but here is an example:
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Mahariel Ghoulification Beam v1.0
#my wip art#mahariel#i'm gonna do a series of him over the years and once they're all done i'll polish them all equally#warden#here you go#ear injury#ear trauma#body horror#sort of#halevune mahariel
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The Brave Guide, Ch 68 - The More the Merrier
In which Ixchel's experience collecting elfroot for the damn Requisition Officer finally pays off.
We're getting Mahariel baked, y'all.
(Also, I wrote a Dalish song.)
“Hal really did believe in people—in what people could be, especially when they worked together. Like Tamlen! Hal always saw the best in him, no matter how many times Marethari said he was unreliable and a troublemaker.” Merrill’s throat sounded tight, constricted with tears, but she plowed on. “He was kind, and encouraging, and he always knew exactly what everyone needed to do on a hunt or when we were traveling, and he made everyone better just by being around. When he left—we lost that. We lost so much after he left.”
“And he lost you.”
Ixchel rubbed at her eyes with the back of her dirt-streaked hands, and Merrill sniffled in agreement behind her.
“I found Hawke, at least,” Merrill said, “and Carver… I could trust them, like I wished I could trust my clan…”
“I just don’t know what anyone in the world can do to earn Hal’s trust again,” Ixchel said.
#dragon age fanfic#the brave guide#update#ao3#ixchel lavellan#merrill#mahariel#halevune mahariel#long post
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Well, it totally ruins the romance but I was really proud of this skin painting practice I did. Seems like even tagging it with the appropriate community labels still won’t fly! :< If you want to see the full piece I guess you just have to know me, man.
#warden x morrigan#morrigan x warden#lemon#my art#morrigan#mahariel x morrigan#morrigan x mahariel#halevune mahariel#she's saying My Warden...#it's very romantic
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