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Sileal with my take on dalish marriage attire.
A crown made of the clan's local plants, with the exception of some being from the Dales.
3 ribbons attached to that crown: one represent Elvhenan, one the Dales and the last has the pattern of aravels' sails on it.
To tie it all off; glass jewelry filled with crushed deep mushroom. Made to mimick ancient elves lyrium beaded jewelry. The dalish have lost the craftmanship of such jewels with the fall, but do their best to recreate how they can the illusion of those.
BONUS: Dalish flower crowns aren't really made with Qunari in mind
#bull's doing his best okay?#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#inquisitor lavellan#da inquisitor#the iron bull#iron bull#the iron bull x inquisitor#m!lavellan#sileal lavellan#lavellan x the iron bull#my art
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OoooOo A double Lavellan AU, are they both at Skyhold or are they in another role?
read the synopsis of this AU here
they are! eventually lol😂 but only one of them (Sileal) is the Inquisitor, or officially associated with Clan Lavellan. Aliyah is something of a free agent, working to further the Rogue's Guild objectives and also mourning the death of people she lost at the Conclave.
She works with Leliana and the Chargers, mostly, and a bit with Josephine on the side. At the start, she does pretty much anything she can to avoid Sileal, but they do both make it to Skyhold after the attack on Haven🥰
read more about aliyah aka siona lavellan here
ask me about my WIPs
thanks for the ask Wren!!!
#follow up questions welcomed and encouraged#double lavellan au#oc: aliyah#dragon age#dragon age fanfic#dai#dragon age inquisition#wips
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Meet my Dragon Age PC’s! For those of you who have been following me for long enough you might recognise my Warden but there’a a brief introduction to all three of them below the cut anyway
I’m pretty happy with their designs and stories honestly. They are my good kids.
Nialia (Nee-ah-lee-ah) Mahariel || Rogue: Assassin || Romance: Zevran
- Quiet and observant. Prefers to listen then speak. Wants to believe in the goodness of others.
- Survived the Blight and killed the archdemon. Declined warden commander position, instead returning to Antiva with Zevran.
- As of the end of DA:I she is the mother of three and elven ambassador to the Ferelden throne.
Sileal (Seal-elle) Lavellan || Mage: Necromancer || Romance: Dorian
- Brutally sarcastic and hardheaded. Natural leader. Has good intentions under the frown.
- Former keeper’s apprentice. Allied with the mages as equals, putting a hardened Leliana on the sunburst throne and banishing the wardens. Did not disband the Inquisition.
- As of the end of DA:I he serves as advisor to the Divine, splitting his time between leading and organising the Inquisition and supporting his Amatus in the magisterium.
Haleir (Ha-lee-ey) Lavellan || Rogue: Archer || Romance: Solas
- Very shy and impressionable. Not naive but easily overwhelmed. A gentle and soft soul.
- Daughter of the Halla keeper. Allied with the mages as equals, putting a softened Leliana on the sunburst throne and allying with and supporting the wardens. Disbanded the Inquisition.
- As of the end of DA:I she is searching for any information she can get on eluvians and ancient elven history with the support of Leliana’s former spy network.
#My Drawings#hero of ferelden#the hero of ferelden#inquisitor lavellan#warden mahariel#dalish elf#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age origins#dao#da:i#Nialia Mahariel#sileal lavellan#Haleir Lavellan
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evanura siona ara'na lavellan info dump :D special thank u to @taliaferros for giving me naming resources <3 (sorry if u get a notif rn i just saw a typo 😔)
okay so. ara'na is a whimsical lil necromancer and has an….. interesting relationship with death?? like damn girl u are strange and off-putting. she respects cycles and like,, collects bones. she finds death very natural and has a hard time grieving. unhinged nature girls love decay!!!
but speaking of grieving :) she has three older siblings!! the eldest, sileal (a mage like ara and first to the keeper), and a couple of twins, rosala and hallen (both archers)
long story short sileal was sent to the conclave at haven, not ara :) rip king 🪦 🙏
so ara was sent to retrieve his body and figure out what the fuck went on, which is how she ends up with the inquisition!! she learns responsibility and independence while there 😌
which isn’t to say she’s naive or anything of the sort!! she’s a bit of a dismissive know-it-all narcissist bc,, she may be a flittery daydreamy freak but girlie knows her shit!! her knowledge of necromancy and the natural world is unparalleled. she’s unafraid to challenge solas and they both go back and forth and call each other on things often. there’s no icky mentor/student dynamic, they’re on each other’s level.
her first week or so at haven she didn’t speak to ANYONE except pretty much the advisors. girls be sheltered and shy 🙈 or just anti establishment. she’s averse to the inquisition due to its andrastian ties and just wanted to keep to herself.
her only two expressions are unaware/lost-in-thought rbf and awestruck by the splendors of the universe fjdhshdjfj she’s just very odd and wispy?? i wish i had a better word for it 😔 just otherworldly !! flighty !! always moving her hands in strange ways and clumsily looking about her cupboards and softly snickering at what seems to be nothing. her default state is like,, her body is barely present and her mind just isn’t, until ofc she snaps to attention like when she debates w solas and such. it’s both endearing and disconcerting.
she’s a very empathetic and accepting person. however her relationship with solas post-trespasser is basically “i love him. i do love him dearly. i fucking hate him though. i do.”
since she exists simultaneously in my canon world state, corintha “retires” and leaves ara to lead the inquisition in search of solas because she believes those calls should be up to her. girls supporting girls 🤩
#i’m trying to branch out and actually talk about my ocs#which is why i’m posting this when no one is up. if u see this avert ur eyes#also she’s roughly 28-30?? no young naive infantilized lavellans here 🙅🏻♀️#now i have to go through her old tag and change her name wish me luck besties#anyways.txt#ch: ara'na lavellan
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Beyond the Veil
Summary: AU. The Gods are said to exist above, but she has never seen them. Her mother is a high priest of Mythal, her twin brother a loyal hunter of Andruil, but they have never seen them. The Gods don’t come to the beds of the tired, the hungry, and the sick. She does. If Isera were to meet a God that came to the bedside of the sick and dying, then she would bend the knee. Until then, she stands tall and in defiance.
But…who is the man trying to heal the sick? And doing a poor job at it.
F!Lavellan x Fen’harel (Solas)
AKA: An AU fic about Isera and Fen’harel, where the Gods exist, but live on the other side of the Veil and only come to help or to damn the People. And Fen’harel falls in love with Isera, but she rarely prays to the Gods, so he has to disguise himself to interact with her.
AO3: Ch1 | Ch2
Isera walks into her home after a long day of wandering the villages. She is covered in dirt and in no way dressed as someone of her title should. One of the servants approaches her in absolute horror. “My lady!” She gasps as she grabs Isera’ hand and pulls her away. “You mustn’t wear just clothing—they would think you a commoner!”
Isera stares at the servant but doesn’t say anything as she is lead into the bathing area. The servant is quick to strip Isera of the dirty cotton and helps her into the large tub full of hot soapy water. Isera duns her head under the water and stays under for a few moments. Silence.
She finally resurfaces where the servant is quick to gather the strains of Isera’s hair for cleaning. The smell of chocolate, coconut and lavender fill her senses as the servant massages the oil into her hair. She hums a tune that Isera is familiar with.
“Laisa,” Isera murmurs as Laisa’s fingers press into her neck.
“Yes, my lady?” Laisa answers as she continues to hum the tune.
“Who is here?” Isera asks. It is rare that Laisa would immediately take her for a bath on arrival. In fact, it was as if Laisa was waiting for her to return.
“My lady, why would you suggest such a thing?” Laisa tuts as she pats Isera on her head. Isera dunks her head under the water. When she resurfaces Isera looks at Laisa with a frown.
“Laisa.” Isera whines. “Who is it?”
Laisa scowls and looks away. “It is a noble from the east seeking your hand in marriage.” She tells her. “Your mother did not want you to know.” Laisa admits. “She didn’t want you running off like last time.”
Isera snickers. “I won’t run, Laisa.” She tells her. If her mother discovered that Laisa told her, they both would be punished. Laisa helps her dry off before she begins putting on Isera’s makeup. She darkens Isera’s eyebrows, lines her eyes with kohl, and paints her lips a dark red that compliments her deep copper skin tone.
Laisa pulls out a white gown that will drag against the floor once on Isera. It is a beautiful gown with decorative golden flowers at the bottom of the dress and a golden metal corset herring bow design. The dress bares her shoulders but covers her chest and back. It is elegant and a show of elitism.
“Mother picked this, didn’t she?” Isera asks as Laisa puts large golden braces over Isera’s wrists.
“Yes, my lady.”
Isera sighs as she mentally prepares for the meeting of the potential suitor. She wonders if her mother hopes that marriage will calm her wild spirit. But she has no interest in marriage with a man loyal to a God who never bothers to walk the parishioner’s path and chooses not to question the world around him.
But she puts a smile on her face as she is lead to the tearoom where she will meet her potential love interest.
Isera pulls her shoulders back as the door to the tea room opens and she steps through the opening, her eyes cast down in obedience. She is lead to her seat. Across from her is a young man who skin is dull, almost sickly, as though it has never been touched by the sun. His hair is long, buzzed one side, and braided.
She can see his smirk through her lashes, but keeps her face flat.
Eludysia, her mother, stands as she introduces Isera to the men in front of her. “Lords, please meet my daughter, Isera.” She announces. “Isera, this is Lord Miraen and his son, Sileal.”
Isera curtsies before she takes her seat. There is a painful silence as the servants begin filling the table with tea, sandwiches, petite cakes, and scones. Her mother coughs as she pours cups of tea for the guests.
“Lord Miraen, I hear your business has been successful?” Eludysia asks as she hands the men their tea.
Miraen grin spreads across his face as he delves into the details of his business. He is clearly proud of his investments. Isera focuses on her cup of tea trying to drown out the droning of his voice.
Suddenly, she feels the presence of the spirit that follows her around. It had been gone most of the day. Isera turns her head slightly to see the orb floating behind Sileal. She attempts to suppress her smile but is unsuccessful. Sileal thinks she’s smiling at him.
She takes a sharp breath as she looks down. ‘Shit.’ She thinks as she balls her hands into the lap.
Her ears perk up when she hears Lord Miraen say something slaves. Isera turns her head to that conversation.
The topic of slaves varies widely between nobles. Some are in support of them, and others are not. It is still illegal to free slaves without paying a high penalty for doing so, particularity if the slave has chosen indentured servitude.
Despite the high cost, Eludysia has built her life on purchasing slaves only to free them and offer them jobs if they so choose. Being a high priestess of Mythal has its benefits.
“Our newest business venture has been quite successful in the transferring of the bondservant.” He states proudly with a grin on his face. He must’ve forgotten the important fact that House Lavellan frowns upon slavery.
Isera turns her head sharply to her mother with a tight smile on her face. Eludysia’s face is unmoving as she stares at Lord Miraen.
“Bondservant?” Isera mimics as she takes a long gulp of her tea. “You mean slavery?”
Miraen blinks, turning his gaze to Isera. “Well…I wouldn’t go that far. We are only transferring—“
“Oh!” Isera gasps with force, bringing her hand to her mouth. “It couldn’t be slavery because you are just the middle man?” Isera presses with a grin. She discovered long ago that if you are speaking about something uncomfortable to always smile—it makes people uncomfortable. She can feel herself pulling away from the body, as though she is dissociating from reality.
Lord Miraen is a large man, with a flushed face as he glares down at her. “Now, I understand that you struggle with the comprehension—“
Isera cackles. “Oh, I quite comprehend that slavery is a blight on our glorious civilization, as is the indentured servitude, which is why the legislative process is encouraging the abolishment of such acts.” Isera continues to smile as she takes another large gulp of tea, wishing greatly that it was spiked with alcohol.
“Those slaves of the righteous task of honoring our Gods!” He shouts, slamming his hands against the mahogany table.
Isera throws her hands in the air. “By the Creators!” She turns dramatically to her mother. “I have been born in the House!” She shouts. “I have riches beyond belief, the freedom to walk without fear of death, freedom to own businesses and purchases stocks, but I fail at honoring the Gods because I was not born into the righteous task of being a slave!”
Eludysia snorts at her daughter’s antics. She would have stopped her daughter’s outburst ages ago, but she is one of the high priestesses in support of ending slavery. She is enjoying the performance.
Isera jerks her by back to Lord Miraen. “You are right, my Lord. It is such a righteous task to be a slave! You should become one yourself!” Isera barks with glee, gesturing to the noble. The smile on her face is large as she watches the lord recoil in anger, face glowing red and teeth bared.
“Lady Eludysia, control your daughter!” He demands as he leans farther back from the table as though he smelled something foul.
Eludysia shrugs, pulling out a flask of alcohol. “My good sir,” She sighs as she unscrews the lid of the flask, “if I could control her, I would have done it years ago.” She answers as she takes long drink.
Lord Miraen snarls, jumping out of his chair and throwing his hands in the air. “I have never!” He bellows, grabbing his son by the shoulders and forcing him out of the chair.
Isera cackles as she watches Lord Miraen storm out of the tearoom, amused with her own antics. Isera looks at her mother with an amused sneer before leaving the room herself. Her blood is running hot with amusement, and she does not want to ruin the amusement by arguing with her mother over her choice in men.
Isera snatches an aged bottle of wine as she wanders into the forest and towards the lagoon a few miles from her home. By the time she arrives she has drunk almost half the bottle and feeling quite warm and fuzzy.
She wades into the water humming to herself as she dances. She continuously takes drinks with every turn and giggles with every memory of her outburst.
“You should be careful,” a voice calls to her. Isera jumps and splashes around, looking at the man on the shore dressed in black with dreadlocks down his back. He has an aged skull that rests against his forehead, and his hands are pulled behind his back as he stares at her.
Isera gazes at the man, her mouth slightly open as she shamelessly looks upon him with a drunken desire. “I am very careful,” she responded. Her body feels hot, and it feels like she is vibrating with excitement. The sound of magic is singing softly in her mind as she smiles flirtatiously at the stranger.
The stranger grins at her from the shore.
The bottom of her white dress is saturated with water from the loch that is slowly traveling up her body. Isera giggles as she presses the bottle of, win against her lips once more. With her free hand, she motions for the stranger to join her in the water.
The stranger agrees to her request as he steps into the water. The bottom of his dark pants are tight against his calves and billow out before the knee as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, throwing it onto the store as he wades deeper into the water.
Isera bites her lip as she passes the bottle of wine to the stranger for him to drink the rest. He does so obediently. Their fingers touch briefly as she can feel the zap of energy tingling up her arm as she watches him drink the liquor.
He seems familiar to her, but she can’t place where. Not that she cares at the moment. She is flowing with warmth and desire. She breathes a giggle as he finishes off the bottle, dropping it into the water without a care.
Suddenly his arms are around her waist, pulling her against him with force. She moans as presses her hands into his abdomen, dragging her nails against him. His arms travel down, caressing her ass before lifting her onto his hips.
Isera wraps her arms around his neck, gently tugging on his locks as her lips meet his. There is a hunger in her. She nips at his lips with heated desire, her tongue darting out for encouragement. His chest thrums with excitement and craving as he grips her thighs tighter. He smells of moss and cedar.
He opens his mouth to her, her tongue is quick, darting in with the access granted. Her forehead brushes against the animal skull on his head and she pulls back staring at it in confusion.
Even though she is not looking at his face, she can see the confusion and desire to continue marked across his face. She brings her finger to the skull and taps it.
Isera shakes her head. “Why?” She asks as she continues to tap it.
He looks up at her and grins. “Why not?” He responds.
Isera stares into his eyes, they are blue-gray and swirling with magic. It appears as they are almost glowing. She finds herself enraptured by him.
He slides her off his body, painfully aware of the present erection throbbing as continues to press herself against him. He takes her hand and guides her out of the water. It feels like she is floating as she steps foot on the sandy shore.
She tries to pull him closer, pleading to kiss him again. Her finger dance across his arm as his arms wrap around her face. His forehead touches hers, but he does not kiss her. “I’m afraid it’s time for you to wake up.” He whispers.
Isera feels a rush of darkness as she shoots up from...her bed? She is still in the gown from the night before. She stares down in confusion, the bottom of her dress is stained an off-white as though she was…walking in a lake.
It is the early morning and her head is throbbing with the invasion of light from the sun. She crawls out from her bed and makes her way into her private bath with a private spring. Isera slowly undresses and slides into the warm water.
She allows herself to float spring allowing the minerals to absorb in her body. The memories of the man from her dreams come flooding back. His taste, his smell, the feeling him against her.
After a while, Isera stretches her body as she begins to climb out of the spring. She looks down and sees a few dark marks on the side of the thigh. Isera frowns and rushes towards a mirror, turning to look the back of her legs. There are ten dark, oval marks across the back of her thighs.
#solas x lavellan#solavellan#solavellan fic#dragon age solas#solas#lavellan#solas x oc#solas x inquisitor#fen'harel#fen'harel x lavellan#vir writes
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"I would not have you see what I become"
I tried something new to color, I kinda like it, might stick with it in the longterm.
Imagining Solas will probably turn to blight magic to reach his goals terrifies me, But I also want to see it. Until DAD drops I can only dream!
#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#da fanart#dragon age dreadwolf#da inquisition#da inquisitor#mage inquisitor#inquisitor lavellan#male lavellan#sileal lavellan#solas#dread wolf#dragon age solas#solas romance#solas fan art#solas x inquisitor#solas x lavellan#solas x male lavellan#solas x m!lavellan#solas/m!lavellan#solas/male lavellan#my art
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I fell into Dragon Age again...
I was innocently talking about Dragon Age Inquisition, by the night I was downloading the game back. So to satisfy the brainworms- here's my Inquisitor, Sileal!
He romanced Solas- got dumped, and now he's with Iron Bull.
It was just supposed ot be a little sketch to try brushes out and then I went "wait, what if it was a sketch in a notebook Solas had?" and here we are.
I might make another drawing like this when I finish Trespasser too!
#dragon age#dragon age fanart#dragon age inquisition#mage inquisitor#inquisitor lavellan#male lavellan#my art#sileal lavellan
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double lavellan au??? 👀👀👀
ahhhhh YES I actually love this story SO much!!! sure wish the author would write it
okay so the basic premise is two siblings born to Clan Lavellan - a brother, Sileal, who's a few years older than his sister, Siona. He's a mage and the clan's Second, which means that when Siona's magic manifests (very, very young, like 5 or 6) she's cast out of the clan and left to fend for herself.
She rejects her magic and heritage and changes her name to Aliyah and through a series of Events, ends up with the Denerim Rogue's Guild (this actually ties directly into the side quest you can do in Origins, because I'm a sucker for obscure side lore). Evenutally (through Another series of events) she takes over the Guild and in 9:41 they take a few jobs at the Conclave....where she discovers that the to-be Inquisitor and Herald of Andraste is Sileal, now First Lavellan.
So the actual story is their reunion and the rocky road of forgiveness and harsh truths through the events of Inquisition😭🥰
you can read Aliyah's character synopsis (and see a picrew!) here
#thanks for the ask fren#ask game#double lavellan au#oc: aliyah#dragon age#dragon age fanfic#dragon age inquisition#dai#everyone feel free to ask follow up questions based on this summary lmao
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And I will BLEED for the world should it ask me
A kind of wind down sketch of my Inquisitor Sileal, and how he deals with the anchor. More symbolic then literal but I do like the idea of bleeding green the farther into the story he goes.
#My Drawings#sileal#sileal lavellan#inquisitor#inquisitor lavellan#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dalish elf
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the-queen-of-thedas replied to your photoset “Solas and Lavellan’s fraternal twins - Sileal and Solan Sileal...”
I LOVE THIS IT'S SO CUTE!!! PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S A FAN FIC
Thank you so much!! I really appreciate your comment (sorry I don’t know how to do proper replies!!) but no there are no fanfics (I do have many ideas though), but Solan and Sileal are newly introduced original characters of mine. I have no qualms if anyone decided to write or draw them.. If you want to know more about them I would be more than happy to share!
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betweenthetights replied to your photoset “Solas and Lavellan’s fraternal twins - Sileal and Solan Sileal...”
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They are absolutely precious. I bet they drive their parents mad sometimes!
You have no idea.. Although Sileal is calmer and quiet, he is very open to his brother. The two equally instigate every argument. As they get older they argue about more serious topics, (but always manage to add immature banter). Solas and Lavellan, at first, attempted to stop them but eventually let them go about their ways, only stepping when Solan and Sileal’s arguments get too heated (though surprisingly it’s not very often). Funny enough, Solas and Lavellan poke fun at each other and comment on which twin inherited certain traits.
#betweenthetights#replies#im glad you like them!#thank you so much!!#i still dont know how to reply??
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