Mar 2, 2020
Oh, look at these portrait sketches by the talented @picchar of my darlings, Warden Cathal Tabris and Inquisitor Ronan Trevelyan!
I love my boys! So glad to have portraits of them now!
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Oh, look at these portrait sketches by the talented @picchar of my darlings, Warden Cathal Tabris and Inquisitor Ronan Trevelyan!
I love my boys! So glad to have portraits of them now!
oh please 19 from the kiss prompts
Oh, thank you for the prompt, Vi! Here is a drabble from early Cathal Tabris x Morrigan’s relationship!
19. Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer
Morrigan was in his arms.
A rare thing, she usually rolled away in her sleep, the few times they actually spent the whole night together.
Cathal traced the soft muscles on her back, little scars, marks, wanting to know each and every story behind them, when he shouldn’t care so much. Theirs was only a relationship of convenience, to release stress and share warmth.
He couldn’t actually have a relationship with a human. Couldn’t actually care. Didn’t care.
That’s what he kept telling himself anyways, each time he caught his heart fluttering at her acidic humor or found his eyes seeking her out unprompted.
Morrigan shifted, waking sharply and suddenly, as she did, pushing him away in the same motion as she stretched, her back to him, long black hair loose over her shoulders.
He missed her warmth.
“You’re still here?” She asked.
Cathal preferred being direct, voicing what he meant, what he wanted. But in this, he answered her with a kiss to her shoulder, then one to her neck.
Cathal couldn’t put into words that he wanted Morrigan to stay, that he didn’t want her to leave and act like there wasn’t anything between them, but maybe the kisses would convince her, if only for a few minutes. She tilted her head, so he kissed her jaw, running his hand over her waist to pull her closer. She arched against his touch, her golden eyes hooded, twisting her body enough that he could catch her lips in a kiss.
He kissed with unspoken longing, speaking through the contact the words he could not say.
Perhaps he gave too much away, because she broke it after a moment, gaze cutting through him, seeing more than he wished her to. If he didn’t know better, he might have thought his feelings were reflected.
“As diverting as this is, the others will be up soon.” Morrigan said, turning back to gathering her things, breaking the moment Cathal tried to prolong.
“Right.” He shoved any half-woken feelings down and dressed, slipping on leggings and tunic efficiently before exiting to gather his armor from outside the tent.
The cold air hit his body as a sharp reminder to what he left behind.
Not that he cared.
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10 from the kiss prompts? i love your writing!
Thank you so much for the prompt (*blushes* and thank you for the compliment)!! Here is some Cathal Tabris x Morrigan angsty/fluff goodness!
10. ‘You nearly died’ kiss
A soothing cool was the first sensation he felt, followed by pain in his chest, his awareness slowly waking. Eyelids heavy, he blinked awake, seeing the familiar form of Wynne leaning over him, glowing with the Spirit of Faith as her hands traced over the no longer gaping wound through his torso.
He recalled what led to this. A darkspawn that had dropped from a crevice in the ceiling, too close to Morrigan, at her back. It was instinct that drove him to dive in between them and take the hit, twisting at an awkward angle to properly cover her.
That’s the last thing he remembered.
“Is he healed?” Morrigan asked Wynne, her voice tight and clipped.
Wynne backed away and nodded, removing her hands, the glow receding and replaced by a weariness that clung to her features. “It will be tender, but it’s done. Now if you will excuse me, Oghren owes me a drink.”
Wynne rose slowly and started down the tunnel, swaying against her staff.
Cathal looked up at Morrigan, trying to gage her mood. She looked…worried.
“I’m all right.” He said.
Morrigan kneeled down beside him and grabbed onto the edge of his armor in one smooth motion, pulling him upward from his place on the ground, eyes flashing as she yelled at him, the crackle of magic snapping around her in answer to her anger.
“You stupid, interfering!” Morrigan kissed him, hard and rough, pressing him back against the rock, shocking any words away he might have said. “– Idiot! You nearly died! Blast and Damnation! You-UGH!” She pushed him as she stood and stalked away, further down the tunnel to where several of their companions were scouting and guarding, their voices echoing back.
Cathal sat up, dazed, the events catching up to him, his mabari, Traitor, whining and licking the side of his face, now that Morrigan was gone. Cathal gently pushed him down, patting his head to let him know he was fine, causing the mabari to shake his nub of a tail so vigorously, his whole body shook.
Zevran sauntered over and offered Cathal a hand up.
“My friend, you have interesting taste in women.” Zev tilts his head, as Cathal stood and stretched out his muscles, testing the newly knitted skin and processing Morrigan’s reaction. “Though I think that may be her way of showing she cares.”
She really does care. Fuck if I know how that happened.
He smiled at the thought. “Don’t let her hear you say that, Zev.”
“Of course not, I value my life. You, on the other hand…”
Cathal laughed harshly. “We better catch up.”
They walked down the tunnel together, Traitor following behind them. Cathal could make out Morrigan, standing near Shale. He still had a fond smile on his face. She took one look, her eyes narrowing, and she glared daggers at him.
Oh, I’m in trouble. He thought, still smiling. Fuck, it’s worth it, I love her.
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My OCs Masterpost - Grey Warden Edition
Here is a brief introduction to my Grey Wardens.
Tagged by @veridium-bye to use this picrew for my OCs. Thank you!
In order, from left to right, top to bottom: Catheryne Cousland, Ciembe Mahariel, Cathal Tabris, Damita Surana, Kitty Hawke, Astrid Cadash, Hela Lavellan, Fenrir Lavellan, Sekmet Adaar, and Ronan Trevelyan!
This is a very interesting modern/human AU for them! It was the most fun to try and capture Sekmet Adaar using this!
I will tag: @bluekaddis, @dickeybbqpit, @a-roaming-halla, @caffeinated-mabari, @pegaeae, @musically-magic, @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul, @scienceofficerburnham, and whoever else would like to, no pressure!
Voice Claim Meme
Tagged by @gingerbreton, @dickeybbqpit, and kinda by @allisondraste. Thank you, lovelies! This is a long one, I had a lot of thoughts about this.
THE WARDENS
Nichelle Nichols as Damita Surana
Soft, unassuming, delicate, precise. Her diction is as crisp as her casting. She rarely uses contractions. Her language can verge on being academic, but kind. She is not one for small talk, but does enjoy deep conversations. She has a ringing laugh, but if you surprise her, she snorts and then subsequently blushes. Confident when talking about something she has read about, but awkward when she tries to lie. Her anger is flushed cheeks, tears held back, and muttered words under her breath, too low to hear. Her singing voice is a clear, sweet alto.
Anne Hathaway as Ciembe Mahariel
Sarcastic, flirtatious, direct, and at times, brash. She speaks with a laugh hanging on the edge of her voice, a shield against the world. Her language is taunting, needling, piercing, yet charming, she voices her thoughts. Her laughter, her true laughter is compared to howling, loud and unabashed. Her lies are coated in sweetness and coy glances. Her anger is hot and violent, swears and curses. Her voice is untrained, the thing of campfires and taverns, singing a wild soprano, full of emotion and lilts.
Rachel Weisz as Catheryne Cousland
Reserved, diplomatic, educated, distant. Her voice rarely gives away anything, trained early to speak with purpose and intent, only being open with those she trusts. Her words are aristocratic, at times flowery, charm an artifice of her upbringing. Her laughter is gentle, soft, and charming. Lies flow as easily as truths, ruthless and flawless, learned from her mother and tempered by the courts. Her wrath is cold, icy resolve clipping her words. Her singing voice is a mezzo, as at home with sea shanties she learned in her youth to the choral pieces of the chantry, articulated and full of vibrato.
Daniel Dae Kim as Cathal Tabris
Outspoken, biting, sincere, and direct. His tone of voice leaves no question to his opinion, rough and tinged with a dialect reserved for those raised in Alienages. Kindness and respect is shown only to those he finds deserving. His words are common, coarse, peppered with swears and slang. Cautious at unknowns, but when threatened, he snarks, bold and unfettered. His laughter is harsh and open, true laughter showing on his whole body. His anger is quick, boiling, but quiet, preferring action to words. Lies are obvious, bold-faced, taunting you to call him on it. His singing voice is baritone, softer and sweeter than one would think, but only heard by family and friends.
THE INQUISITORS
Jameela Jamil as Hela Lavellan
Clever and teasing, shameless and flirty. Tells wild tales, riddled with exaggerated language and out right lies. Will talk for ages of nothing of consequence, arguing the merits of teas and wines and cards and horses. Calmer and more purposeful with her loved ones. Assertive and serious when she has to be, she laughs easy, a bold and inviting sound. Her lies are riddled with half-truths, her manners revealing nothing. Her anger is explosive and destructive, cooling quickly at personal offences, but simmering at racism and slights against her people. She sings with a smile, mezzo, true and baudy.
Tom Hiddleston as Fenrir Lavellan
Educated, extroverted, charming, clever. Will argue to argue, to see all sides to an issue or problem. Loves to ramble on for hours about a given subject. Vindictive and wolfish when threatened, ruthless and cold when others he claims are threatened. His anger burns cold and cruel. Soft-spoken, patient, and kind to the young and in need. Lies flow easy, when used as protection, but more often he deflects, twisting the words. Laughs loud and clear, his whole face lighting up with delight. His singing voice is a light tenor, lilting and full.
Krysten Ritter (a la Jessica Jones) as Astrid Cadash
Dusky, blunt, coarse, clipped. Doesn't like to talk a lot, and even then only if it serves her or is with someone she likes. Direct, questioning, and common. Swears often. Her laugh is short, like a bark, rare. Lies are common, told as often as truths. Her rage is equally cold and calculating, jabs and sneers meaning nothing to her. When cornered, she responds with sarcasm and curses. Her voice is a gravely alto, only heard after several drinks.
Marisha Ray as Sekmet Adaar
Upfront, low, precise, friendly. Speaks when there is a reason to, commanding and controlled. Will share stories and experience, will flirt and tease. Unashamed of her feelings or her opinions. Her laugh is remarkably cute, soft and full, rumbling and from her chest. Lies are foreign to her, a half-truth the best she can do. Her anger is a slow thing, building, until she acts. Her singing voice is pitchy and out-of-tune, she will speak a tune more than sing.
Anthony Mackie as Ronan Trevelyan
Cultured, charming, reckless, and sincere. An extrovert, speaks evenly, but often, laughing fully. A Gentleman Cowboy, jovial and polite. Thoughtful in his comments, kindness his first reaction. Flowery and poetic. His lies are stumbled over, stuttered out. His anger tinged with sadness, protective and hurt. His singing is lulling, a deep baritone, charming and sweet.
I will tag: @a-roaming-halla, @veridium-bye, @jawsandbones, @cullenvhenan, @frecklef0x, @bisexualryder, @bitchesofostwick, @iawv, and anyone else who wants to do this! Sorry if you have already done this. And as always, no pressure!
LOOK AT THESE TWO!!! This is Cathal Tabris and Damita Surana, Ferelden Grey Wardens and Best Friends. Thank you so much to @pegaeae for bringing them to life! (LIKE REALLY COMMISSION LOGAN!!!)
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Thank you for the ask, chickadee!
💌 Do they send naughty letters? What’s in them?
OCs who do, in order of frequency: Hela Lavellan, Ronan Trevelyan, Sekmet Adaar, Ciembe Mahariel, and Fenrir Lavellan.
OCs who do not, for various reasons: Cathal Tabris, Damita Surana, Kitty Hawke, Catheryne Cousland, and Astrid Cadash.
Hela’s letter (or really just notes) are sometimes crude and full of innuendo. Sera responds in kind. With illustrations. They may or may not make a point to ‘hide’ some where Solas and Vivienne could find them, until they both apologize for disapproving of their relationship.
Ronan Trevelyan quickly found out that Cassandra loved romantic letters, that are a bit spicy. A few erotic poetic lines here and there, taken from books he read or lines he wrote himself. After the first one, Cassandra refused to let Leliana screen her mail from Ronan, which Leli definitely teased her about, though of course she followed her wishes.
Sekmet Adaar sends letters to Josephine that are sweet, that are factual, and hell yes, in code (that Josie taught her), she outlines all the things she wants to do when they are reunited. Josie definitely blushes when she reads them and Leli teases her for it. (Though really, it is the downright filthy things Josie sends Sekmet that are truly surprising, she has a way with words…)
Ciembe Mahariel, during her time in Amaranthine, sent and received several naughty letters to and from Zevran. All in Antivan. In the few that they sent, they ended up competing to see who could send the most obscene letter. Zev won, but Ciembe didn’t mind, because she kept it and had him keep the promises he made in the letter.
Fenrir Lavellan doesn’t send that many letters to Dorian. They have the crystal, after all, or are together. But in those few times when Dorian was gone, Fenrir took great pleasure in including euphemisms and innuendo in his letters to his love, after the several pages of book and magic discussion, of course, because they are both huge nerds.
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