the auroral fox , ᵒˢᵗʷⁱᶜᵏ'ˢ ᵛⁱˣᵉⁿ ✴ the inquisitor from dragon age: inquisition. she is the herald of andraste, true and too-clever, radiating light to heal the dark. an arrow to pierce the sun : evelyn trevelyan. inspired by forgiveness, the consequences of a mercy that cuts both ways, fate versus fortune, the lies we tell to lead, reckless curiosity, the mary sue, and a girl becoming a living sun.
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#𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴. highly selective & private rp account by sam (she/her, 21+). slow activity + queued posts; i write plotted dynamics only. canon divergent. evelyn is an arcane warrior; a dual-class rogue and mage. minors dni.
ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗˢ : 28 reasons & fantasy prompts .
* unplotted memes accepted at any time
never before had she seen something so vast ; the hidden wastes sprawled across the landscape infinitely, endlessly, the dunes gleaming silver across the light of the full twin moons. @verdraste had tracked the sandy howler to a secluded dwarven ruin close by, her snoring shifting the sands so quietly they roll across the wind like whispers, murmuring she only thought possible with trees.
❛❛ inquisitor ? ❜❜ the knight finds her in the company of her dying campfire and gives her as casual a salute as she could muster. it is hard to brave an evening so cold, and to do it alone softened her. ❛❛ you should get some rest before the hunt tomorrow. if you’re concerned about stray venatori, i can take over your watch. ❜❜
❛❛ riza. ❜❜ her name is warm, and evelyn's breath forms soft clouds in the still cold as she speaks. ❛❛ i want you at my side tomorrow. ❜❜ she had thought that much was clear; why else bring the archer when the inquisitor is armed with arrows already? but the former templar is always like this. loyal, self-effacing.
evelyn yawns, stretches out her arms, cracks her knuckles, and then rises with a languidness that's out of place in these dunes, in this frost. ❛❛ i might die if you're not rested, ❜❜ she laughs. not that she thinks it to be true. the sandy howler is a formidable foe, but she's yet to meet a dragon that startles her, any more than she's met a challenge she wouldn't want to face with riza at her side. ❛❛ why don't we share my tent tonight? ❜❜
where will the wind take him? and why must he go? an imprecise answer sprouts myriad questions, and the fox tilts her head as she peers up at the fleet-footed man. she should know. there is, in all likelihood, a parchment scrawled with his movements on a desk in skyhold, and despite her masquerade of fur and claw, she is the inquisitor still. but she does lose herself with hermes, not to the beast but to the ruse.
she ought to turn tail and return to her duties. this thing with him started as a whim and will end as a trick; she's too enamored with shapeshifting; with the story she imagines hermes crafting of the curious fox and the ever-charming rogue armed with a tongue so honeyed even flora and fauna pause to hear. evelyn whines. her fine, russet tail, turned golden in the sun's fading light, twitches and swishes, and her front paws stamp with dismay. so all games have their end . . . but who says it has to be now?
without a second thought ( or a first, for that matter ), she leaps up from the ground, landing neatly on hermes' shoulder, and licks his ear with a sharp yip as if to ask: ❛❛ so where are we going? ❜❜
the cards reveal . . . the messenger , @mysteriae
28 reasons ✴ accepting .
i'm going to start blocking those who haven't sent in memes or liked my headcanons. i'm super understanding of slow activity as i'm slow myself but, even if we've chatted or are mutuals elsewhere, it's important to me that my dash is filled with people who like evie and want to engage with her—even at a leisurely pace! ty for understanding.
she has never cried from injury. too reckless and curious is she to be cautioned by the breaking of skin or bone and too stubborn, against instruction or even gravity, to halt her forward march in response. her blood has never been a flag of surrender; it is instead a beginning, the start of negotiations between her mind, keen and contemplating, and the world. tonda doesn't seem to agree.
they'd bade her to sit and then made her with hands so unyielding her lips had stilled, all protests frozen on the delicate, chapped skin. because so much of her does peel away here. in their domain, within them, at their sleeted heart, she does not belong. no matter their deals and her oaths. evelyn is a second sun; without tonda's allowance, their true admittance of her to their realm, she dims . . . even when and where some frost does melt.
and yet still tonda wishes to heal her in some way. denying, or perhaps refusing to see, that they themselves do not provide succor but suck dry her vitality. at her feet, the archfey has made quick work of the lower left leg of her breeches, torn away fabric to free the vicious wound where thrice-frozen stone had et at her flesh. and now, and now . . .
their mouth is at her knee. to wash the wound, she supposes, they are lapping at the blood with their tongue wetted with cold lake water, and she hisses at the chill, jerks futility between ice-carved fingers that dig firm into soft skin. it's unbearable, and so are they. but tonda's frostbite against her sunlit skin inspires a second sort of shivering, one she almost likes.
evelyn leans forward and finds their chin with her finger. she wants their eyes. she wants to pierce them with her coruscated gaze, the emeralds corrupted that have become her eyes, so tonda will feel the edges of themselves thaw beneath her heat and know her blood in their mouth, in their veins, will do the same.
❛❛ even my blood you'd claim as your own, ❜❜ she purrs, wanting to mask her voice's trembling, where it has lowered with the pain. her nail bites into their skin, and she raises tonda's face. ❛❛ are you jealous of the ground where my blood spilled for knowing the inside of me before you? ❜❜
the cards reveal . . . the ire of the mountain , @neovale
fantasy prompts ✴ accepting .
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♔. from the hoard : evelyn trevelyan ( @verdraste ) ft. asteria , accepting
001. hope ur ok, olivia rodrigo : my middle school friend grew up alone / she raised her brothers on her own / her parents hated who she loved / she couldn't wait to go to college / she was tired 'cause she was brought / into a world where family was merely blood / does she know how proud i am she was created / with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred / we don't talk much but i just gotta say / "i miss you, and I hope that you're okay"
002. the archer, taylor swift : combat / i'm ready for combat / i say i don't want that / but what if i do? / 'cause cruelty wins in the movies / i've got a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you / easy they come / easy they go / i jump from the train / i ride off alone / i never grew up / it's getting so old / help me hold onto you / i've been the archer / i've been the prey / who could ever leave me, darling? / but who could stay?
003. girls against god, florence + the machine: when i decided to wage holy war / it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor / but, oh god, you're gonna get it / you'll be sorry that you messed with me / and i know i may not look like much / just another screaming speck of dust / but, oh god, you're gonna get it / you'll be sorry that you messed with us / but it's good to be alive / crying into cereal at midnight / but, oh god, you're gonna get it / you'll be sorry that you messed with us
004. now, paramore: feels like i'm waking from the dead / and everyone's been waiting on me / 'least now i'll never have to wonder / what it's like to sleep a year away / but were we indestructible / i thought that we could brave it all / i never thought that what would take me out / was hiding down below / lost the battle, win the war / bringing my sinking ship back to the shore / we're starting over / or head back in / here's a time and a place to die but this ain't it / if there's a future, we want it now
005. sun bleached flies, ethel cain: what i wouldn't give to be in church this sunday / listening to the choir so heartfelt / all singing / "god loves you / but not enough to save you" / so, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself / so i said fine / 'cause that's how my daddy raised me / if they strike once / then you just hit 'em twice as hard / but in the end / if i bend under the weight that they gave me / then this heart would break and fall as twice as far / we all know how it goes / the more it hurts / the less it shows / but I still feel like they all know / and that's why i could never go back home / and i spend my life / watching it go by from the sidelines / and god / i've tried / but i think it's about time i put up a fight
𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙸 : i'll give you a chance to stop playing games.
laughter echoes and envelops— from where he cannot tell. she's drawn shadows close around her, hiding from him the fade-stained light he likes to bask in, cold-blooded, a snake warming itself under the sun. and who dares defy the sun?
evelyn purrs, ❛❛ so you beg me to withdraw. ❜❜ invisible, she stalks him, circling koschei in soft and languid steps. her edges sharpen and blur; in this in-between, the vulpine awakens, and the vixen grins. what has incensed him is forgotten. instead, all she knows is that his emotions, his body, that vein now twitching at his brow, belong to her.
❛❛ because you know every game i play . . . ❜❜ she relinquishes her invisibility, and reappears behind him. her breath is hot against the back of her neck as she lingers, mouth wet and hanging open. ❛❛ i always win. ❜❜ and she draws her tongue up his spine, teeth nicking the fair skin.
the cards reveal . . . the tsar of blood , @koschyei
28 reasons ✴ accepting .
* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )
crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.
crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.
crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.
crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.
crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.
crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.
crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.
crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.
crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.
crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.
crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.
crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.
crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.
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wand of bone. sender uses necromancy to raise the receiver's companions from to dead to aid the sender in fighting against the receiver.
wand of ivy. sender ensnares the receiver in a net of living vines.
wand of twilight. sender conjures the spirit of the receiver from the land of the dead to speak with them.
wand of clouds. sender infiltrates the receiver's dreams to learn their desires.
wand of portals. sender summons the receiver to their world.
wand of resurrection. sender brings the receiver back to life.
wand of memory. sender clouds the receiver's mind so they don't leave.
wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair.
wand of salt. sender heals the receiver's wounds.
wand of leaves. sender asks the receiver to read their fortune.
wand of lightning. sender conjures a storm to impede the receiver.
wand of masks. sender crosses paths with the receiver while disguised as them.
wand of flesh. sender wounds the receiver to fuel their blood magic.
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sword of honor. sender challenges the receiver to a duel to decide an argument.
sword of moons. sender wakes up to discover the receiver pressing a blade against the sender's throat.
sword of sacrifice. sender takes a deadly attack meant for the receiver.
sword of wrath. sender kills the receiver's loved one(s) as they watch.
sword of loyalty. sender executes someone at the receiver's command.
sword of blessings. sender asks the receiver to bless their weapon before battle.
sword of madness. sender tries to stop the receiver's bloodthirsty rage.
sword of ruin. sender tortures the receiver for information.
sword of defeat. sender surrenders to the receiver after a hard-fought battle.
sword of ash. sender asks the receiver to kill them for failing the receiver.
sword of spite. sender twists their weapon deeper into the receiver's wound.
sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.
sword of betrayal. sender stabs the receiver in the back.
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card of misfortune. sender catches the receiver trying to pick their pocket.
card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern.
card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.
card of fools. sender finds the receiver caught in a trap, magical or otherwise.
card of iron. sender recognizes the receiver from a wanted poster.
card of vultures. sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.
card of songs. sender asks a bard to sing a ballad about the receiver.
card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape.
card of winter. sender finds the receiver dying of frostbite and gathers them in their arms to warm them.
card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book and wakes them.
card of stars. sender keeps the receiver company during first watch at camp.
card of crows. sender warns the receiver they're being followed but that the sender can protect them—for a fee.
card of twine. sender stitches a wound shut for the receiver.
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heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand.
heart of devotion. sender slips their signet ring onto the receiver's finger.
heart of roses. sender gives the receiver a token of their favor before a tourney.
heart of thrones. sender kneels before the receiver to pleasure them.
heart of destiny. sender tells the receiver they are fated or reincarnated lovers.
heart of honey. sender intimately feeds the receiver by hand.
heart of darkness. sender cloaks themselves and the receiver in shadows so they can kiss in public.
heart of stone. sender asks the receiver to be their lover as they can't marry.
heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.
heart of wolves. sender intimately licks blood from the receiver's body.
heart of knives. sender cuts the clothes from the receiver's body, unable to wait.
heart of dusk. sender meets the receiver in secret to be together.
heart of embers. sender initiates intimacy to keep the receiver warm.
a compilation of some fundamental aspects of evelyn's magic as well as ideas i've yet to fully develop but that indicate where i want to go with her and how i see her. some of this may change, and most of this is canon divergent from dragon age.
if you find these abilities to be overpowered and too canon divergent, i completely understand. part of evie's creation is founded on the idea of the mary sue, and how she thrives as inquisitor and considers it to be, perhaps surprisingly, a wonderful and positive change in her life. she is thematically op and, while i won't change that, i also won't force you to write with her.
✴ evie's magic is golden and sunlit. depending on the spell or how she uses it, it can be the soft warmth of dappled sunlight streaming through leaves or a painful fiery burn that you can't look away from. it radiates out from her like a halo, welcoming or assaulting. it's easy to see why she was mistaken for a chosen one, but her magic instead reflects her sense of justice . . . while evelyn strives for forgiveness and seconds chances, she is equally passionate about slaughtering those who refuse to witness their sins in the light and represent.
✴ she is an arcane warrior. it is an elven mage fighting style that is almost entirely lost to time and evelyn's use of it, despite knight-enchanters using similar techniques, marks her as decidedly strange when witnessed by other magic-users. ancient elves, like abelas, might mistake her for an elf at first glance of her fighting. the elven name for the technique deeply appeals to evie ( knowledge that leads to victory ) and represents her bond with the one who taught her, solas. once she has completely mastered this technique, evelyn can conjure magical golden bows, swords, and shields to aid her in battle.
✴ evie's magic is also marked as noticeably unusual as an apostate hedge mage. as she kept her magic hidden and never joined a circle, her magic developed strangely and there are spells she cannot cast as a circle mage would as evelyn has a personal and distinct relationship with magic ( further encouraged by her main teacher highlighting ancient and elven techniques ). had solas not convinced her to develop her magic, it would have eventually killed her through demonic possession or driving her mad. magic, for evelyn, first began as a feeling of focused confidence; it guided her on the hunt, it imbued itself into the arrows she crafted so they'd never miss, and it kept her landing on her feet each time she fell. she can sense the magic of the world around her and pull it into her being to hone her senses or transform into a spell. for evie, magic is natural and woven into her being. while she diligently will study spellbooks, this more scholarly approach to magic does not truly speak to her.
✴ she can shapeshift, but is limited primarily to the form of a fox as it best represents her nature and spirit.
✴ the in-game rogue and assassin mechanics relating to stealth are literal for evelyn rather than descriptive. she can turn invisible, disappear into shadows, and be completely undetectable with her magic. her affinity for the light has also granted her an understanding of the dark and she can go beyond mere camouflage and stealth to distort other's perception of her.
the ice reflects everything, no matter how murky it is at the bottom of the lake. water like this freezes and does not freeze, solitude like this disappears into smoke and returns back to the bottom of the fae's being like lead, like stone. slate-gray and cold, their hands curl around the inquisitor's wrist like rain around glass, melding perfectly around her skin and yet so rigid the pressure would always remain uncomfortable to those with human skin. they could give her an arm, they could return any missing piece of her back to her, but they know it would be the wrong kind - steeped in ice, cracked and fused together ten times over, made of the mountain and not any natural comfort.
" why are you saying this? " they ask her, voice low and eyes as open and murky as the lake itself. yet they know she can see what is going on beneath, she can see the ruminating they have been subjecting themselves too ever since evelyn has been the second human to actually strike the pact with them . ( not outsmarted, they wonder if she walked in with clear view of the perimeters . ) pulling her in until both of them stand close and they can look down and peer into her immovable earnestness, they repeat themselves. there are no other words to find as she remains the peak of a mountain-line they have yet to mould, they have yet to even see. " why are you asking me? why, now? what it is? "
can laughter emit light? can mortal flesh become a new sun, dawn across the skies of their domain until ice and snow melt, and remember what it was to be water? ❛❛ why, why, why? ❜❜ she echoes. placidly, she stands, yielding to their touch, that stirring chill. her face is a mirror, absent of expression, so that her irises, malachite green, frenzied and flickering, reflect in the strange, still lake water that pools in the center of tonda's eyes.
she smiles around the words, showing all her teeth: ❛❛ why not? ❜❜
why not— it is the question and the answer, the edict that coaxed curiosity's embers into a flame, the hymn that thrums within her blood, within her heart, as she stands at every precipice before diving, diving, diving in. how can tonda betray the sentiment now? after all, it's what led her to their lands, this bleak expanse of white that still stings and bites at her proffered flesh.
❛❛ you hold me close to your mountain . . . ❜❜ truth rimes her tongue, the language of fae turned back unto them. and here, evelyn melts against their form. her warmth does not shield her from their frigid fury, nor does she dare think tonda shall melt. but her smile holds, growing ever crooked, and her voice lowers to a purr. ❛❛ closer still within your arms. ❜❜
goddess of hope and light and life and curiosity; through forgiveness, all is possible, but you must suffer the pain of staring hard at the sun
patron of champions and strategists and leaders, those who wish to create change in their image, those who understand that to ensure kindness one must also be clever and sometimes cruel. but also the patron of lost souls and ex-criminals and wanderers and scholars and adventurers.
tenets: always be curious, chase after knowledge, of the world and of yourself, and arm yourself with it. forgive when it is easy but especially when it is hard but never be taken advantage of. know when a soul cannot be forgiven and take on the responsibility of slaying them instead. indulge in life and light, you are on this earth for a reason and you should reap the gifts the your own kindness brings, drink and play and fight and fuck and sing. win, always win, and if you think a battle is unwinnable then you have not thought about it carefully at all. never judge what is not understood, it may not be for you but that doesn't mean it is against you or that you cannot learn from it or enjoy it. illuminate the dark and the unknown with light.
her symbols are the fox and the sun and the wind and everything green.
blue-black ink bleeds— the divorce papers drowned in corrections and alterations once again amidst the storm of legal arguments. not that their lawyers mind. they are not true soldiers in this war; they profit hourly nonetheless. every battle, each slant and sharp remark, fills their coffers ever closer to the brim.
❛❛ i just don't know, ❜❜ evelyn murmurs again. her head is turned toward the lawyer at her left, but her eyes never leave her husband's. koschei. had he chosen this office, this table on purpose? she can barely see him across the dramatic expanse of hardwood, but he is watching; she can feel his eyes on her ( his mouth, his hands too ).
under the shadows of the table, she pulls out her phone.
—[ 𝚃𝚂𝙰𝚁 ] : you fucked me on this once before.
—[ 𝚃𝚂𝙰𝚁 ] : don't think you'll get away with that again.
she shifts in her seat, allowing the silk of her blouse to slip, revealing the crimson edge of lingerie.
—[ 𝚃𝚂𝙰𝚁 ] : for my date tonight. do you like?
he should. he'd bought it for her some years back to celebrate an anniversary, and they'd been too drunk, too hungry, too starved of touch and love, to wait for her to wear it. oh well. koschei's loss is another's gain.
