Veilguard era Mithra Hallen Lavellan proudly not wearing a prosthetic or Tevinter pajamas. On her way to yell at her ex (and take him back). (Also ofc she's bringing Bull along. Even though he hates the Fade, he's being very brave.)

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Veilguard era Mithra Hallen Lavellan proudly not wearing a prosthetic or Tevinter pajamas. On her way to yell at her ex (and take him back). (Also ofc she's bringing Bull along. Even though he hates the Fade, he's being very brave.)
Lavellan’s Noodlyness
I’ve seen quite a few posts on here being disappointed in how noodly a lady Lavellan’s arms are and how, especially for the warriors, we’d all really like to see some buff body type options rather than just typical elven delicate physiques.
Which I wholeheartedly agree with. Yay diversity.
However, when I was reading them I found myself a bit confused - I’d never considered my Lavellan spindly. In my head, even though she’s a mage she’s part of a clan and wields a huge staff, she’s always been small but that sort of athletic that gymnasts are - tightly compact and waaaay stronger than you’d initially think.
Then I started a playthrough with her again and did what I usually did (cos of RP Dalish not minding being naked reasons, definitely not cos she’s hot, nope).
Namely, I put her in the Antaam-Saar. Then she got some better normal armour and I suddenly realized why I’d never thought of her as noodly.
LOOK AT THIS CRAP:
Noodle
Buff
DO YOU SEE THOSE ARMS!? Overnight body building going on in Haven’s Chantry over here, Cullen’s in a headband with a too-loud whistle and pair of short shorts.
Lemme try that again:
Delicate Spindly Mage Noodle
Break Your Nose With My Stone Fist
I’m not sure if this works with the other specialty armours (but given the style of the Avaar armour I want to say ‘yes’?), but if you’re looking for a less noodly mage, get them naked apparently.
.....that sounded better in my head
Also, scanned Trevelyan. Only Cadash remains and I’ll finish my Inquisitors series x) Trying to make antaam-saar look different on each lady.
Just wanted to share some progress on my Antaam-saar DA armor! I don't know if I'll have time to put the stitches in these before the con (Saturday), but I'm really happy with how the "weathering" turned out. This was my first time making shoes and weathering them, so I'm happy with how they're looking :)
September Writing Challenge - Day 9
Messaline - soft lightweight silk with a satin weave
[Read on AO3]
“Phwoar ...”
Sera’s filthy, appreciative laugh echoed across the courtyard of Skyhold, drawing more than one eye toward the mischievous Red Jenny. And, of course, thanks to her open ogling, those eyes then turned toward Talasa, who could feel her entire head heating up to boiling point before the blush started to pour downward.
And the reason for the filthy giggle, the ogling, and the blush? Gifts from the Qun.
The antaam-saar was gorgeous. Light silk and satin woven together in a soft weave of rich teal cloth that hugged her breasts and tied low at her back; another piece that hung like a stylized loin-cloth in front and behind at her waist. Red silk cord knotted intricately across her chest and back, around her arms, about her waist, bearing with it the enchantments that made this brief adornment armor. She’d outright refused to wear it just as it was, adding her own leather pants and boots to the ensemble for the sake of her modesty if nothing else. She felt completely exposed; back, shoulders, arms, stomach bare to the world and the curious, appreciative glances of those who looked her way. It was beautiful. But it was very Qunari, and unlike anything she had never worn before.
Josephine had insisted that she wear the antaam-saar for their cooperative mission with the Qunari, bringing the full force of her diplomatic mind to bear on the problem of convincing the shy Inquisitor that this was something she had to do. In the end, the Antivan ambassador had threatened to hide every other scrap of clothing Talasa owned before the Inquisitor reluctantly agreed to work out how to put the thing on. She was actually on her way to the Herald’s Rest, to ask Bull if she’d done it right, when Sera’s laugh had drawn too much attention to her.
She hesitated, half-convinced that she should just go back to her rooms and change ... and the door in front of her opened.
Maker’s danglies, could this get any worse?
Because there, right in front of her, was Krem. Krem, with his shy smile and warm friendship. Krem, always ready with an encouraging word or look when she felt too out of place in the tavern. Krem ... staring directly at her silk-covered breasts with wide eyes. Hungry eyes that set a little flame to flickering somewhere deep inside her.
He didn’t stare for long, snapping his gaze up to her flaming face.
“Your Worship, I ...”
He faltered, shaking out his hands to roll his shoulders as he always did when he was looking for the right thing to say. Then he grinned up at her, tipping her a wink that was so much more embarrassing and enticing than any amount of wicked giggles from the level above them.
“Looking good.”
He nodded, stepping aside to let her duck into the tavern and out of the sight of most of Skyhold, listening to the encouraging compliment of Iron Bull’s greeting on seeing her kitted out in the Qun’s gift. She didn’t see Krem’s eyes linger on her back, on the scars that curved over her ribs and disappeared under the tuck of the silk at her hips, or hear the nervous clearing of his throat before he slipped out, unwilling to stand and stare at her too obviously for too long.
But she felt it, a small smile of her own playing about her lips. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.
Confession: I can never unsee how low the bellybutton is on male antam-saar armor. It's living in the happy trail. That's like a dick bellybutton.
Cassandra in antaam-saar, y'all. This is what heart eye emojis were made for 😍😍😍
I haven't been super active lately partly due to my health issues and also because I'm trying to bust out the Antaam-saar armor for RCCC in September! I'm almost done painting my top and I'm so happy with how it's looking so far ❤️ the out of place lines are taylors chalk that will wash out once I'm done. I just wanted to share my progress cause I'm sooooo proud of my progress! ❤️