i. lazy daydream - vincent diamante ii. rain - bryan adams/hans zimmer iii. marching free - gaelic storm iv. the foxhunter - celtic woman v. flying with mother - john powell vi. river’s dance - greg edmonson vii.faithful land - gaelic storm viii. the road of trials - austin wintory ix. fate and destiny - patrick doyle x. an ancient enemy - howard shore xi. the war room - trevor morris xii. even the trees hate us - hans zimmer, geoff zanelli, & blake neely xiii. descent - austin wintory xiv. i’ve got my eye on you - hans zimmer xv. lavanya - e.s. posthumus xvi. harry’s game - celtic woman xvii. the lost temple - trevor morris xviii. take flight (orchestral version) - lindsey stirling xix. fatum plebis - immediate xx. now we are free - heitor pereira, lisa gerrard, hans zimmer, etc xxi. the world is ahead - howard shore xxii. mo ghile mear - celtic thunder
2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?
[will smith pose in front of Branwen] MY BABY
Runner ups include Mithrahn, Belavahnis, Ishtarylin, and Iveanis XD
4. A character you rarely talk about?
I never mention Iveanis... he started out as Branwen’s adopted son in the Arlathan AU (the equivalent of a six year old basically), but now he’s kind of evolved into Branwen and Solas’ adopted son is basically every universe cause I got really attached to him.
6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?
Branwen and Iveanis actually look alike, which is why they’re initially mistaken for being related, when Branwen only adopted him.
8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!
I would RP as any of my OCs actually, if given the chance :3
10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?
I don’t really think any of them have particularly complicated designs?? Besides their outfits because LAYERS!
12. Name an OC that isn't yours but who you like a lot
Voski Lavellan (belonging to @tevinterem)
Ellana Lavellan (belonging to @lahlastormborn)
Ciara Tabris and Kalani Trevelyan (belonging to @vox-clamantis-in-deserto)
MY FRIENDS HAVE GREAT OCS ;A;
14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory
Well... I could talk about how Branwen’s brother was killed in front of her, then her mother dies a year later, and she continues to blame herself for it almost fifteen years later...
Belavahnis also lost a chunk of his ear because he didn’t want Mithrahn (his blind brother) to get punished for accidentally straying onto a nobleman’s land. Not as tragic... but then again, he and his brother and sister were abandoned in a halla field when they were children (Bel was like... five, Thelhen was four, and Mithrahn was only a couple of months old??)
16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?
Mithrahn. No question.
18. Any OC crackships?
Sometimes I think Ishtarylin has a crush on Branwen... nothing is gonna come from that, but he would never act on it anyway the poor baby XD
20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?
I do think Mithrahn and Belavahnis can do nice duets.
22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?
I don’t... think so?? I don’t think people really... know or like my OCs enough to do that XD
24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?
Mithrahn. He’s the most level headed one. Give him to me. Or or let me have Ishtarylin and Iveanis because then I can apologize for the shit they end up going through and I can make them cookies and wrap them up in blankets.
26. Have you ever had to change your OC's design or something else about them against your will?
OKAY SO BRANWEN WAS NOT ORIGINALLY SO HOTHEADED AND OPINIONATED AND RUTHLESS WHEN PUSHED
HER FIRST PLAYTHROUGH SHE WAS SUPER CONFRONTATIONAL AND SHIT AND IDK WHAT HAPPENED
28. Your most dangerous OC?
If we’re talking combat wise, Belavahnis
If we’re talking logic wise, Mithrahn
If we’re talking “I do what I want” wise, Branwen
30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?
Belavahnis. Don’t think he’d keep it a secret though XD
32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?
Mithrahn. Because you can’t jump scare him. He can’t see things physically, but he has really sharp hearing and can pick up on heartbeats with his magic. HOWEVER, one hit and he’s done. Have fun.
34. Do you have any twin characters?
Flaithri and Niamh Tabris, among many many others (including my OTP babies, Rev’assan and Alnifenen).
36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?
Okay so...
Branwen is part of the Lavellan Squad AU (with Voski Lavellan and Ellana Lavellan, who were previously mentioned)
Dana is part of the Team Tal Vas’hoth AU (with Neirin Adaar, who belongs to Vox)
Kerstin, Edward, and Ethel are part of the Trevelyan Family Vacation AU (with Kalani and Harper Trevelyan and Maxine Baxter, who also belong to Vox)
Niamh and Flaithri are part of the... I’ve been calling it the Tabris Cousins AU for lack of a better name XD (with Ciara Tabris, who belongs to Vox)
... I think that’s it.
38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?
I haven’t thought about this... hmm... Kerstin, Edward, and Ethel are all trained because nobles but??
40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!
Talking to Vox about them is always fun XD
42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?
*shrugs*
44. Something you like about your OCs in general
ELVES SO MANY ELVES
46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?
[looks at my friends]
...
No?? o3o;;
48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
It’s just a small peck on the lips. It really shouldn’t have made Val react the way she did (i.e. not at all), but it simply caught her so off guard. She hated being caught off guard. Usually, anyways. But this time she was okay with it.
Here’s the thing, usually it’s her initiating any sort of physical contact with Josephine. It’s almost always Val reaching for Josie’s hand, or grabbing Josie’s waist and pulling her roughly in for a kiss. To an extent it was a display of her power, but it was also because Josie hardly ever came to Val asking to spend time together. Were it not for the shy glances that she sent to Val during the War Room meetings and if not for the fact that she was so responsive every time Val brought her in close, the Lady Trevelyan would have doubted that Josephine was interested in her at all.
But this all happened so fast. Cullen had delivered his most recent report and Leliana had sent her scouts out to the Emerald Graves to gather resources. Everything that was on the agenda for that day had been addressed. The meeting was adjourned. Josie collected her stack of correspondence letters with notable foreign dignitaries. She moved to return back to her office, stopping briefly by Val. She pushed onto the balls of her feet and reached up, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of Val’s mouth.
And Val froze, her lips moving to kiss back after Josie had already pulled back. She could feel the blush creeping up her neck, threatening to turn her face as red as her hair. Josie smiled sweetly at her, and Maker that just made her feel even more incompetent. What was she, fourteen again? She was going to stutter out an apology, something new she’s been trying, but Josie gave her arm a gentle squeeze.
“I have a surprise for you,” Josephine says.
“Oh?” Valeria questions, cocking her head to the side and trying to regain her composure with a smirk.
Josie nods and grins, taking Val’s hand and leading her out of the war room and into her office.
Hands shake and press urgently to shoulders, seeking out heat like a beacon. Three years it’s been since they’ve seen each other, three years it’s been that Voski has yearned for Dorian’s touch, and all he wants to do is press as much as he can of himself against the Tevinter mage. They exchanged letters, kept in contact these past few years, but that did little to dull the ache. Letters can’t warm Voski’s bed, nor can they kiss his forehead when he wakes from yet another nightmare. Ink and parchment can’t hold him in their arms. They can’t make him feel warm, safe, or whisper reassuring words that the threat is gone. The world is safe. He is safe.
A hand reaches higher, thumb brushing over the other man’s cheek. He bites his lower lip and blinks back the tears threatening to spill down his face. Dorian places his own hand over Voski’s, holding it in place where it cups his jaw. He turns his head, nuzzling the hand with his nose and Voski lets out a shaky laugh when Dorian presses a gentle kiss to the palm. “Miss me?” he murmurs, lips ghosting along the elf’s wrist.
“You have no idea,” Voski breaths.
Dorian hums, gently wrapping his fingers around the thin wrist, moving it down between them, before letting go. His arms snake around the elf’s thin waist, pulling him closer. “I think I have slight hint,” he says, resting his forehead against Voski’s.
Voski loops his arms around Dorian’s neck and presses himself against Dorian’s body. He’s trembling, and Dorian’s grip tightens. Oh, how he’s missed this. He didn’t realize just how alone and cold these past few years without Dorian has been, and a single touch was able to make him feel so loved and make warmth bubble from his chest. Their noses brush together and Voski pushes onto his tiptoes.
Soft lips meet, moving against each other desperate and messy. It’s been far too long for both of them. Voski rolls his hips and Dorian moans, deepening the kiss. They cling to each other, too afraid to let go because that means the world might force them apart again. There are years of warmth, of comfort, of love to make up for, and Voski refuses to let go until all that time is made up. Mythal be praised, he’s really here isn’t he? Moustache and all.
Reluctantly, they pull apart. Voski’s knees buckle, and Dorian catches him, pulling him back up, and letting him lean against his shoulder. With a sniffle, Voski buries his face into the crook of Dorian’s neck and begins to sob. “Dorian, I- I just….I missed…I thought...”
“Hush, amatus,” Dorian soothes. He runs a hand through Voski’s hair, down his neck, and begins to rub circles on his shuddering shoulders. “I know. I’m here now. I’ve got you.”
