1. Always post these rules.
2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.
3. Write 11 questions of your own.
4. Tag 11 people. (leaving it open bc i’m too lazy)
tagged by honkinghalla, my favorite homie
okay so here goes i guess
What’s your favorite season and why? uh summer bc i am a creature of heat. also tank tops are life.
If you could bring one character to life, who would you choose? yes. all of them. all my babies (seriously halla, you expect me to choose just one?)
If you could live in any fictional universe, which would you choose? THEDAS. THEDAS. OH MAKER PLEASE. You expected something different?
Do you prefer white chocolate or dark chocolate? dark. white chocolate’s disgusting. what’s even worse is that cookies’n’creme bullshit
What fandom is your favorite? Do i look like i’m in a fandom to you? (hides dragon age gear)
What’s your favorite outfit to wear? pyjamas. in actual clothing, either a tank top/light jacket/shorts or a turtleneck/jeans/boots
What do you look for in a friend? laughs at my bad puns, attempts to communicate, pays attention to/tolerates my near-constant complaints about the world
If you could speak any language fluently, which would you choose? japanese
What do people generally think of you? a tiny, very angry, introverted know-it-all that talks too much in class and makes a shitload of horrid puns
How many books do you own? all of them.
Favorite scent? my favorite coffee shop. it’s right next to the theater, though, so only when the popcorn’s not on. other than that, that 1st day of school smell. i love.
Rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better!
Name: Melissa
Birthday: February 5
Star sign: Aquarius
Gender: Female
Height: 5′ 1/2″ (cant forget the half inch, it’s IMPORTANT)
Lucky number: 23 (and yes, even after seeing that movie...)
Last thing I googled: Oh, something Trespasser related I’m sure. Or maybe Life is Strange episode 5 release date. (Still nothing, by the way...)
Tagging: drinkyourjuicerodriguez alistairtheiren icamon-chan fanfoolishness cullenerd jessicapendragon queenmontilyet cute-ellyna cerulione rosaluteces
For my wonderful darling and best friend honkinghalla, I’ve written a thing. Here, have it. Read it. It’s not edited at all. The Inquisitor is my own Kali Lavellan. SFW
find my other writing here
Catch me if I fail, okay? I’m counting on you.
Catch me, she said. Like it was no big deal.
Like she wasn’t a thousand feet in the Maker-damned air.
Like she wasn’t falling.
From one thousand feet in the air.
Well, give or take a couple hundred. All that’s important to him right now is that when she went up, he could barely see her, and now he--along with the rest of Skyhold--can.
And she’s falling. Very, very fast.
How in the Void is he supposed to catch her? At that speed? It’d kill him. And her. The important one.
Shit.
She races towards the ground head first, arms plastered to her sides, hands outstretched, and dammit but she better be serious about whatever it is she’s up to, not laughing like some maniac at a thousand feet above the ground. Pale green barrier magic pulses around her, but it’s not enough to save her if she hits the cobblestones. Or a tree. Or him.
Slowly, she starts to stretch her arms, using the barrier to break the wind. With the movement, she slows and starts to level out. Her face comes in to focus, and thank the Maker she’s serious, if the severe line of her always-smiling mouth is any indication. Magic glows green and blue in a nimbus coming from within, radiating from the Anchor as she draws on its power. The falcon-esque wings she mastered summoning and using in flight not a week ago flicker into being, ethereal and Fade-tinted green. They’re beautiful, he thinks, but also faltering. She holds them for one, two wingbeats before they sputter out and she loses control.
Cullen screams something intelligible, and arms hold him back when he tries to rush forwards. He’ll catch her. He will. He promised.
He has to.
“Kali!”
She yells a command, and a wave of magic spreads over Skyhold, freezing every mage in place. The courtyard is in complete chaos as the Inquisitor hurtles faster towards the ground, hands over her face, legs curled up to her stomach, barrier becoming more and more solid with all the magic she pours in.
She clears the trees, then the gazebo, then Cullen himself, and hits the ground with the force of an iron ball during a siege.
His heart stops, breath catches in his throat. He can only watch, horrified, as the ground gives way beneath her like a pebble in so much water.
He didn’t catch her.
He tears out of his captor’s grasp and races to the crater she formed on impact. Shards of pottery, glass, and dirt cut his face. A large rock hits him in the shoulder, denting his armor, but he’s in the thick of a battle with lyrium withdrawal, waves of barrier magic, the very ground itself, and his body knows how to respond, how to dull the pain of a broken shoulder until later. He rolls with the hit and keeps moving, despite the dust and blood in his eyes.
“Kali--” he chokes out, reaching with his uninjured arm through the brown air.
She can’t be-- no, he thinks, cutting himself off before true panic sets in. I refuse to believe it until--
Beyond the yelling, the stone clattering, the screeches of birds...laughter?
No. Are you--
A wave of force magic almost knocks him back. It’s wild, uncontrolled, the unintentional spurt of a nervous mage. He experienced much worse in the Circle, and grabs hold of the magic, using every ounce of his Templar training to wrestle it down with a Spell Purge. It’s not as strong as it normally would be, given his lack of lyrium and practice. A wave of weariness washes over him. He pushes it back, going with his gut, following the laughter.
She’s lying in the center of the crater, about ten feet down, holding a bloody arm and laughing her ass off. She’s cut and bruised in various places, the arm she’s holding is twisted funny, her eyes are dilated to their fullest, blocking out the pale green entirely.
And she’s laughing.
He thought she died.
He blinks, and when he opens his eyes she’s two inches from his face, eyes scrunched in pain, and he’s shaking her, yelling at her at the top of his lungs.
“I thought you died!” he yells, using the same voice that he screams at his nightmares with. “What in the Void were you thinking?! You could have hurt someone--”
“Cullen,” she whimpers, and he comes to.
What the fuck am I doing?
He sets her down carefully, grabbing her arm again when she stumbles.
“Cullen,” she says again, a little unsteadier this time. His face flushes with shame. What had he been doing, lifting her up like that?
“I’m sorry,” they say, to each other and themselves. Cullen’s face heats up. For once, he’s glad his face is injured--she can’t see the blush beneath the blood and dirt.
“I shouldn’t’ve tried that in Skyhold. I should’ve… been away. The Hinterlands, at the very least. I just...wanted you to see. That’s all. That I can handle it. My magic. My flight. I wanted you to see my wings work. Wanted to inspire the Inquisition with their flying Herald--the Andrastians would see it as a sign of their Maker instead of a work of magic. But instead I...well, I really fucked this up, didn’t I?” she chuckles, sad and mournful, edged with pain.
“I think that’s the biggest understatement of the Age, Kali.”
She laughs again, this time more earnest, and his heart lifts. “Ow. Okay,” she shrugs away from him, “that really hurts. Fenedhis. Fuck. Could you, ah, let me go? I think my arm’s...broken.”
He releases one arm and takes hold of the other--he doesn’t like the look of that ankle. He breathes her name, and kisses her forehead. “I’m just glad that you’re okay.”
She smiles up at him, small and quiet. “Me, too.” A breath, then her grin spreads into a full-on beam, and despite the pain scrawled across her brow her grin makes him soar as she almost did. “But did you see that barrier I summoned? Thank you, Anchor!”
He shakes his head and picks her up, carrying her like an infant out of the crater. “Yes, love. I saw you. We can discuss it all in great detail later. But first…I think we need to get you to a healer.”
Back in highschool, I had a problem where I keep on falling asleep in most of my classes that’s why I keep flunking them, but I wasn’t allowed to drink coffee due to heart problems back then.
So I decided to much down apples as substitute. It kind of worked. It began with one apple a day, then it started not working, so in certain cases I’d end up eating like two to three apples a day just to wake myself up.
It was a rather crazily healthy period of my life.
Birthday: April 18
Zodiac Sign: Aeries
Sexual Orientation: Who the fuck even knows??
Favorite Color: Red
Average Hours of Sleep: 6-8
Lucky Number: 18
Last Thing I Googled: what is cassandra pentaghasts full name?
What Word Comes To Mind?: limerick
Happy Place: corner seat of the couch
Number Of Blankets I sleep with: as many as i can get away with
Favourite Fictional Character: Eowyn
Favourite Famous Person: Tom Hiddleston
Celebrity Crush: idk, probably the above if i had to pick one, but not really feeling one right now
Favorite Book: Sabriel
Dream Trip: Me. Max. Alex. Any of their significant others. Somewhere not on this landmass.
Dream Job: Someone please pay me to make costumes and props, or to write.
Tag 10 people you want to get to know better…
Well there’s a truckload of them that I just met but only a couple of them have tumblr blogs!
emmanese for sure! blueaugustsuns, and umm. UM. honkinghalla I see you on my dash a lot. oh and drunken-pilot! And anyone else who wants to know yeah? Have fun cuties!
i just made the weirdest squealy sound i’m so sorry
7. Who did they romance? How did that romance change the development of their character?
I’m going to assume that everyone knows by now that if my inquisitor can romance Cullen, she is doing so >.> anyway so a relationship with Cullen was overall really positive for Revas! She spent most of her life believing that if she wasn’t “Dalish” enough she couldn’t separate herself from a traumatic event that happened before she joined her clan, but being with Cullen was very influential in separating the idea of her identity from the violence of her childhood. He has to work to remember that what he suffered and what he allowed to happen do not define him as a person in the present, and she can relate to that very strongly I think.
10. How do their personal beliefs affect their choices and dealings with others?
Revas believes in merciful justice–that is, dispensing consequences that also consider the fallibility of the conscious mind, so she avoids the death penalty during judgments. She also prioritizes a community over an individual (within reason), so she makes choices that affect others keeping in mind how widespread the effects of a choice will be.
14. Are they diplomatic, aggressive, passive, political, etc.? How would you explain their personality?
(Swear to god this is my favorite question holy shit)
Okay, to best summarize Revas’ disposition would be to call her a natural-born leader. She was born and raised with the concept of community impressed upon her, and such values have formed her way of thinking to consider a group as a whole and how each part of the group interacts with the rest in order to maintain homeostasis (basically to maintain a state of not collapsing in on itself via conflict).
Because Revas looks at big picture just as much as she looks at detail, she also is very politically minded and is stellar at playing the Game. She can figure out what it is someone wants, and she can hypothesize possible outcomes of a situation in which she granted them their desire, as well as theorize why someone may want it. Once she understands the cause, effect, and intent in a person as a whole, she can manipulate the situation to her advantage, and subsequently to the Inquisition’s advantage.
She uses aggression when a situation calls for it, but she is not an aggressive person per se. She is willing to fight in combat, and she is willing to make unveiled threats, partly because she knows they’re effective and partly because she wants people to know: Just because I’m an elf does not mean I am less than you. She wants people to recognize her authority and she wants people to respect her autonomy, because as an elf she’s experienced the anti-elf sentiment of the present-day both first- and second-hand.
Basically, she has a tendency to take the lead without meaning to, both because she is willing to take the responsibility of the welfare of others and because she needs to know that she’s capable of it.
Also, Revas has this aura of someone who is old beyond her years; with all the places she’s been and all the lives she’s lived, she can offer a perspective that very few others can. When she first comes to Haven, people take to calling her “the elvhen witch” before she’s named Herald of Andraste; the epithet spreads despite the fact that most if not all in the Inquisition will loudly correct whoever calls her that in their presence. Revas has something almost otherworldly about her, and people pick up on that--with varying degrees of discomfiture.
