nothing is inevitable

independent & private portayal of mythal. sideblog to lechampionne.

[telanaadas]

this is what remains of me --

an independent & private, INCREDIBLY CANON DIVERGENT & HEADCANON BASED, portrayal of mythal from the dragon age series. sideblog to @lechampionne. rules. portrayal notes.

i give it to you freely.

[telanaadas]

i think mythal should've just killed her husband. imo. in my humble opinion. that's my thought

[telanaadas]

i keep having this vision of mythal as fantine from les mis singing to jean valjean and guiding him into death as an angel. why

[leneemusing]

random sentence starters

“  i never asked for this/that.  ”  “  i said no.  ” “  she/he was the only one who ever understood.  ” “  help me understand.  ” “  if that’s what you want…  ” “  this is about me, for once.  ” “  maybe if you listened instead of running your mouth, you’d know what i was talking about.  ” “  it was a joke.  ” “  let me see that.  ” “  i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.  ” “  i like to watch the stars. it reminds me how small we all are.  ” “  i didn’t realize you were in so much pain.  ” “  i only wanted to help.  ” “  what are you smiling at?  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  i know i have a right to be angry, but i don’t want to be.  ” “  i’m not sure what i’m supposed to feel.  ” “  don’t make me say it.  ” “  that doesn’t sound quite right, but okay.  ” “  i would never lie to you.  ” “  you wouldn’t get it.  ” “  just, let me have this, ok?  ” “  i need you.  ” “  just go.  ” “  how did this happen?  ” “  is this what you wanted?  ” “  love never really goes away, it just changes sometimes.  ”  “  stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now.  ” “  you were all i wanted.  ” “  now that i’m on the other side of it, i guess i see now how little it mattered  ”

[alicenthightowerdaily]

"History will paint you a villain. A cold queen... grasping for power, and then defeated." HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.08 ― “The Queen Who Ever Was”

[telanaadas]

i am leaning so so so into mythal being a lyrium singer in her main verse (i'm building her carrd) so sorry, i'm running away w that. it's so good. it's sooooooooooooooo good

[mcflymemes]

FANTASY SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS *  fantasy location based prompts for starters, adjust as necessary

[ 01 ] under the shelter of an ancient oak tree in the depths of a dark forest

[ 02 ] a rickety bridge hanging over a massive waterfall

[ 03 ] a tiny village bakery, the shelves stocked with freshly baked goods

[ 04 ] standing beside a massive magical portal. who knows where it might lead?

[ 05 ] the darkest depths of a dragon's lair, gold glittering at your feet

[ 06 ] a vast, empty field with a bright blue sky overhead

[ 07 ] the space between two shelves stuffed with magical tomes and old leatherbound journals

[ 08 ] a rowdy village tavern crowded with drunk, singing patrons

[ 09 ] a winding path in the dark that leads to nowhere

[ 10 ] the crumbling remains of a burnt-out homestead

[ 11 ] another realm, unknown to you, the lights bright enough to blind you

[ 12 ] a tiny tent in the middle of the woods, the fading embers of your campfire still glowing just outside the door

[ 13 ] a tidy apothecary shop crowded with labeled jars and bowls of supplies

[ 14 ] the fiery lair of your mortal enemy

[ 15 ] the hallowed halls of an ancient sanctuary, stone walls covered in vines and light peeking in through cracks in the ceiling

[ 16 ] a civilized throne room, lanterns lit on the walls leading up to the throne itself

[ 17 ] a dewy meadow perfect for a picnic

[ 18 ] a valley packed with tents, knights , and weapons all readying themselves for a major battle

[ 19 ] a bright, snowy glen

[ 20 ] a strange village doused in darkness, the streets teeming with cloaked figures and suspicious individuals

[ 21 ] a chilly cave hidden behind a waterfall

[ 22 ] in the midst of a dangerous battle, bandits attacking from all sides

[ 23 ] at the foot of a massive, venerated shrine, one that's been forgotten by time and worn down with age

[ 24 ] a busy village market, shopkeepers shouting their prices and selling their wares to curious passerby

[ 25 ] a magical greenhouse with glowing plants and precious, healing herbs

[telanaadas]

you're a blessing and a curse, aren't you? / 👀🤝 fenris @incitesin

"you are not the first to say so." and most likely, not the last. her voice is as soft as a whisper and yet commanded like thunder as eyes watched him. for such a voice, she was being incredibly tender -- a rag dipped in cool water, wrung out, pressed against his forehead and then down towards his jaw.

"which am i tonight?" and perhaps there's a small sparkle in her eyes, a brow arched up lightly as she wiped some blood away from his skin. his blood? an enemy's? she wasn't entirely sure. her free hand rose to brush a stray piece of hair away from his face, a hum on her lips and a fondness in her smile. "i could always leave... if you would prefer."

[b1uewraith-a]

perhaps it is the lighthouse itself. perhaps it is the fade surrounding it, cradling it where it floats suspended in its' grasp, woven through every crumbling bit of rock floating just beyond the reach of the perimeter. it might be the remnants of adrenaline coursing through his system, or perhaps it is the proximity of the elvhen goddess dabbing lightly at the wound along his hairline.

whatever the source, the lyrium beneath his flesh sings with it. and beneath the lilting hum, there are two questions lingering, unanswered.

❛ considering the boon you provide me with, you know well enough the answer. ❜

the cut that mythal nurses, carved from the high center of his forehead and slashed down dangerously over his temple, had been barely noticed it as he stepped through the eluvian. only when blood stung at the corner of his eye did he even realize that the venatori blade had managed to slice him in the brief scuffle. brief, he calls it, because it had been. caught off guard by the veilguard's presence, and even more so by the blue wraith's, it was over as quickly as fenris could gain the upper hand and thrust his ghostly palm through the slaver mage's midsection, and upward.

❛ where would you go? when given the choice. ❜  not if, but when. fenris would not keep her here, caged for the sake of their cause. even if she had already proved herself an invaluable ally, he would not pretend to understand the dynamics at play. the history that exists, as complicated and ancient as the fade itself. his understanding of dalish belief and their gods is minimal at best; it only barely scratches the surface. the possibility that he would never fully understand existed, unwavering.

olive green studies her from where he sits on the flush edge the chaise. fish, passing by in their ethereal aquarium, throw shadows, slow and dark. he furthers his own question. ❛ traversing the fade freely — would it ever be an option for you, as you are now? ❜   

[telanaadas]

the lyrium sang to him -- it sang to her as well. the song was quiet, a white noise in the back of her mind that she could increase the volume of at any point... should she wish it. but no. it was nice like this. comforting in a way she couldn't quite describe. from the lyrium, she was born -- it seemed that she would hold it in her grasp like one trying to keep water in the palm of her hand. always touch, running over the skin, never something that she could wrap her fist around and keep it there.

"knowing the answer and hearing the answer are two very different things." teasing now that she watched the blood wash away from his skin. mythal wouldn't admit to her worries and concerns, wouldn't voice aloud how her heart clenched in her chest whenever he left. the evanuris were not a force to be reckoned with if one did not have the appropriate forces. fenris' team was... suitable. but they would not overcome those who thought themselves gods. not yet, at least.

fingers drifted down his jaw line to capture chin between forefinger and thumb as though to study his face. pretending to look for more wounds -- she knew that there were none. but grey met green and hung there for a moment as she pondered his question, let her hand fall and moved to place the cloth in the bowl of water once more.

"where would i go? where could i go? the moment i leave the lighthouse, elgar'nan will have his eyes upon me. it would take only minutes for him to destroy me once more -- should he wish to." she was still not nearly as powerful as she wanted to be, not even after thousands of years of hibernation. she could keep up with fenris, yes. she could keep up with the most skilled warriors. but not her husband. not these other ancient elves -- soon, but not now.

she was kneeling between his legs -- something that might be funny to someone walking by who knew the truth of them. to have this all mother, this ancient protector of the people kneeling in a near reverent way before this soldier. she did not kneel, not to anyone. but she could make an exception once. "does it hurt?" her gaze finally shifted down to his markings, lingering on his left arm in particular. "you've been gone a while -- i could help, if needed."

[telanaadas]

“even the moon seems to follow you.” @fenanera

"oh? it is not a trick of the eye?" gentle tone teasing, her smile soft and eyes full of the same moonlight that filtered through the night sky. the air was light and warm, the breeze brushing through nearby trees and blades of glass to create a near perfect summer evening. she walked along the balcony, left hand gliding against the smooth material of the railing as her gaze drifted away from the stars above to look upon his face.

"and what follows you? i can't help but wonder."

[telanaadas]

“your presence feels… familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.” @dinnanshiral

"forgotten?" contemplative, soft. she's sitting on a moss-covered rock, a pale hand moving over a few small, just barely-there plants. fingers moved, almost as though she were playing a piano on the space above them -- stalks grew higher. flowers bloomed and blossomed and were brilliant. just one of the things she could do. especially HERE. "not forgotten. we just haven't had the chance to meet like THIS. but i've always been there, da'len."

the flowers bloomed. they withered, blackened and crumpling in on themselves before the cycle started again. over and over, slow and steady like a moving river. "it's only here that i've been able to reach you -- i've been trying to for years. i'm worried about you."

[telanaadas]

veilguard verse where mythal is a fully realized person fighting with the veilguard and there's a secret ending where she herself goes into the black city to atone for everything that's happened <3

[telanaadas]

tbh it must have sucked to be a spirit of benevolence and make a body for yourself with the intent on making a very angry crazy dude calm the hell down, have to stick around to keep him from always destroying the world, and get pushed into a world of politics. like. listen. im not excusing behaviors and stuff but. a spirit of BENEVOLENCE? in POLITICS? bro i would also get Worse. politics and benevolence simply dont work

[telanaadas]

would also like to note i've been writing mythal on and off since dragon age inquisition came out so. she is. she means so much to me

[lechampionne]

canon mythal you simply would loved being a shitty neoliberal

[lechampionne]

maybe im 2 and a half cups of coffee in rn but i think it's very important to write characters who are being radicalized in real time especially in a political climate such as this and yes this is going to be a ted talk surprise surprise:

we need to write about people gaining political consciousness. we need to write about people who are wrong and make mistakes, even terrible ones, and then reckon with the consequences of their actions. we need to write about people who do bad, see their bad, and want to change. we NEED to write about people who can grow and become better because that is what we need to see in the world. when we alienate and reject people who make mistakes or do bad things who are actively trying to get better and learn how to be better and want to be good people, we are actively giving them reasons to go back to the way they used to be because it's easy and safe for them.

hi, i'm ranting and i don't care because i find this SO IMPORANT OKAY and yes SURPRISE im talking about mythal and making it about REAL STUFF!!!!! i want to write mythal as a person who has made mistakes and is growing, wants to grow, wants to be better. and i think that's important. i really really do okay good morning hugs and kisses bye

[telanaadas]

bringing this over here to add that i love a character that evolves, that changes, that becomes better (or worse, love u yellowjackets) and characters who stay the same throughout their entire journeys are the ones i have little to no interest in. give me your complicated and flawed women, give me the characters whose tags on tumblr dot com make me want to chew on glass

[meraofxebel]

                                                 Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer;                                                  Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!

[stillgotscars]

perfume and milk - florence + the machine

[telanaadas]

something something the fragment of mythal being extracted from the lyrium dagger so when she is fully realized in the world, she can communicate with the lyrium like a druid with a tree