Oc: Ghilara Lavellan - Tumblr Posts
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these are spicy! Answering for Slate Dekarios, Ghilara Lavellan, and Mara Tabris respectively....
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them? for Slate Dekarios
Gonna answer both parts of this question for Slate. For the first part, Slate was betrayed by her ex girlfriend/partner in crime (assassination and murder), Malus. Their relationship was already very toxic on both sides tbh, but as Slate was trying to move away from her darkness, Malus was digging in deeper. So Mal decided to sell Slate out for a position on the thieves guild leader, Nine Finger's personal guard, blackballing Slate from most of the guild.
Slate though has also betrayed a fair number of people though. TW for child death. For a while she and her childhood friend was in indentured servitude (read: slavery) as a teen. When trying to escape, Beth was captured. With few options available, Slate grabbed the 7 year old daughter of their captor, willing to exchange the daughter for her friend. The gambit didn't play out, and as Beth's throat was slit, Slate cut open the throat of the child.
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened? for Ghilara Lavellan
Now as a solasmance, there is an obvious answer. But I'm gonna go into Ghil's relationship to her parents instead.
Ghil had a really close relationship with her parents, especially with her father. Unlike the rest of the clan, they were not disappointed in her when she failed to live up to expectations as one blessed by Ghilian'ain, despite trying her best. They both died shortly before she came of age and recieved her vallaslin. This was the first time she had experienced real loss, and is the first time she feels alone (something she will start to feel much more in her future).
Because of their deaths, she abandoned the path of Ghilian'ain, and instead chose to follow the path of Falon'Din, guide to the dead. This forever created a rift between her and the rest of her clan, being seen as the chosen of the gods who failed to live up to her destiny. She misses her parents terribly, and struggles with how she still loves her clan, despite the rift between them (especially after the clan is all killed and she is even more alone).
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself? for Mara Tabris
Mara likes to pretend to be tough. However, she still has nightmares about being kidnapped by Vaughn. She replays the events of that day over and over in her sleep. She can see the blood splatter on the tiles as Nelaros dies. She ca feel the warm blood on her hands as she plunges the knife into Vaughn's neck, tasting iron on her throat. She deals with it by repressing her emotions!
She does eventually tell Zevran one night when he wakes her from her nightmare. At this point they're still in the stage of their relationship where they're fucking so they don't have to think about their trauma. However, her telling him about what happened and how it still affects her is probably the point where they progress to friends-with-benefits, rather than fuckbuddies, and start to properly trust each other.
Despite everything.... It's still you
Ghilara, last of Clan Lavellan
Despite everything.... It's still you
Ghilara, last of Clan Lavellan
If Rook doesn’t find a beautiful but somewhat melancholy painting of a young elven woman in the Lighthouse only to meet the Inquisitor and have the realization that the woman in the portrait is her but it took him a moment because she’s older than the portrait portrays her—older than how Solas *remembers* her—then what is even the POINT
Welcome to DADWC, Crabs! 🥰 How about "Our eyes had the most devilish affair; meeting in secret in a room full of people" for Ghilara and Solas? Happy writing!
Thanks for the prompt! Very different from my usual stuff which was very fun. I'm craving a spy au now....
for @dadrunkwriting
Halla, Envy and The Wolf- Ghilara Lavellan/Solas, SFW, 1,065 words
The gathering was ostentatious and gaudy enough to put the Orlesians to shame. It seemed the magister indeed had decided to take a leaf out of the Orelsians’ book for the night with the holding of a grand masquerade. If they had only looked a few more pages ahead they would have realised what an excellent setup such an event made for an assassination.
Ghilara herself was dressed in a long flowing gown of white and gold, a low neckline and sleeves that nearly doubled the width of her shoulders, long gloves concealing her mechanical left arm. A long slit up the skirt of the dress revealed Ghilara’s long legs and bare feet in homage to the Dalish style. Upon her face was placed a pure white mask with horns that twisted back from her face. A Hanal'ghilan. A golden halla.
Ghilara had protested when Lelliana had laid out her outfit, eyeing with skepticism the bold colour and constraints of movement, but the spymaster had insisted. And, as it turned out, Ghilara was not even in the top percentile for wealth wasted on ostentatious gowns and robes.
She plucked a glass of red wine from the tray a waiter, or more likely slave, carried through the crowds of people, all peacocking their wealth in a cacophony of coloured silks, gilding and jewels. She grimaced to see the slave go, but pushed the thought away. By the end of tonight every slave on this estate would be free.
She surveyed the crowd over the rim of her wine, dark and thick like blood, searching for her target. She was not the master of the house, at least not in name, but without her, the family would be torn to shreds in the Magisterium like dogs to meat.
It didn’t take her long to find the target. She hadn’t exactly made it difficult, and Ghilara smirked as she saw the outfit the mage had chosen for the evening. Grotesque and fitting in equal parts. Her mask stretched down over her whole face, the colour of pale, decaying flesh and set within it an oversized screaming mouth, taking up most of the face with its blood red colour. An envy demon.
Well, she was clearly nothing if not self aware.
The woman, Envy, had sequestered herself away from the main party, so she might take audience from her sycophantic devotees one by one. Even now she was reclining back on a red chaise, her gown artfully arrayed around her like a corpse flower, benevolently receiving attentions from a tall and lithe man in a wolf mask which draped out over his face more like the hood of a fur cloak than a mask.
No not just a wolf mask.
The man turned to survey the party and Ghilara caught sight of the three eyes craved into the mask. Ghilara’s smirk returned. It seemed she needn’t have made the effort to come anyway. The wolf masked man cocked his head as he laid eyes on her, standing out from the main buzz of the party. Ghilara raised her glass to him, drinking a sip, letting the red liquid run a trail from the corner of her lip, before flicking her tongue out to catch the liquid on the tip.
Even from where she was she could see the Wolf give her a smile, inclining his head down. It was only the briefest of movements but Ghilara saw the long, familiar fingers, toying a small vial between them. Her gaze flicked back up to the Wolf’s face where a single digit made a shushing gesture, tapping tip of his finger against the bow of his lip.
Ghilara made a shrug, the corner of her mouth still quirked up in a smile, taking a step into the crowd towards Envy. The wolf turned back to Envy, coy and sycophantic in equal measure. Obscured by the sweating press of bodies lolling about the edges of the dance floor, Ghilara did not see those clever fingers allowing but a single drop to fall into Envy’s glass. She did not see Envy’s delighted face as yet another man professed his devotion for her. She did not see the two raising glasses in a toast, the sweet liquid falling down Envy’s pretty throat. Another slow arrow the beast never had a chance to notice.
She was still amidst the crowd when she felt the soft but purposeful ghosting of fingertips over the back of her hand and wrist. Still facing away from him, she tilted her head to allow her words to carry to him and him alone. “You should have let me know and saved me the trouble 'ma vhen'an.”
“And deny myself the pleasure of seeing you so beautiful, ‘ma Hanal’ghilan? I am sure you can find yourself another dance partner for this evening.”
“And what of you, ‘ma fen, will you save me a dance?”
He leaned down so that she could feel the soft tickling of fur hairs on her cheek and the soft inhalation of her hair. His lips were so close to her ear she could feel the brush against them as he spoke. “I will always save you a dance, ‘ma halla, ‘ma vhen’an. Though mayhaps a different kind to the one dear Envy may be due for.” As he spoke his fingers played with her own, teasing and playful, not quite interlocking, running his digits up and down, as if memorising the angles of every joint and carpal.
Ghilara closed her eyes, fixing the moment in her memory, the feeling of his fingers against her own, and the warmth of his breath tickling her neck. “I believe I still have work to do, since you have so kindly robbed me of my initial target. But please do not forget to save me a dance. You know I am still waiting for you.”
She knew that were coming. The words that always came whenever they met now. Though expectation did not lighten the blow. “Ir abelas vhenan.” Even as she was turning round to see him, to see the Wolf properly, he was gone, a vanishing shadow amongst the magisters.
She had an appointment to keep, now with an unknown magister, rather than Envy, though she doubted she would have trouble in finding one. She could only hope that Solas would not keep her waiting for another dance.
Sorry boss, can't come into work today, gotta draw elves smooching.
Bug AKA Inquisitor Ghilara Lavellan. Earned her nickname the first time she was out in the hinterlands with Varric and the rest of the team. Varric complained about the insects and spiders (cause he's Varric and he loves to complain) and so she went on a infodump/rant about how bugs are important to the ecosystem and are hated unjustly, much to the amusement of her companions.
Quick!! Reblog this with a picture of your Inquisitor and the nickname Varric gives them! (I'm honestly so curious!!)
Thinking sad Ghil and Solas thoughts.... because Ghilara has always known she wants kids and a family, and in any serious relationship that is something that she would definitely bring up. Like the question of if the other wants kids, if they'd want them to be biological kids, if they'd want a magic ivf equivalent (something something ~magic~), or if they'd want to adopt, or whatever. She's an eminently practical woman.
And like....would she have had that conversation with Solas...? Because she's absolutely head over heels for him, and pretty much assumes/wants that when the inquisition stuff finishes up they'll go off together for the long term and build a life together.
Like I can imagine her just casually bringing it up when they're just lying in bed together on a lazy morning. And Solas just bluescreens at the question. And Ghil thinks its because she's moving the relationship along too fast. But really Solas has just realised 'oh shit yeah I would love to have kids with you which would really fuck up my veil plans ahhhhhhhhh'
For Ghilara and Solas, how about 86 and 15 :)
15- How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?
Solas would try to create a space of normalcy for Ghil, a place where she doesn't have to be the leader or the herald or the inquisitor. Whether its being able to chat about meaningless things, or just hanging out with Solas sketching or reading and Ghilara being able to do her mending/crafts, or just letting her hide in his room with him for a bit.
I think Ghil would comfort Solas with a lot of gentle physical affection. The man is so god damned touch starved he needs to be enveloped in a hug. I'm talking full on smothered. I think that Ghilara gets that there is a lot he can't/won't let himself talk about with her, so she makes sure she's there for him and in a space where he can talk about whatever is bothering him on his own terms.
86- Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive?
Solas is 100% better at gift giving. He'd be the type who would be like 'you mentioned one time 3 months ago that you were missing X from home so I got some made specially for you'.
Ghil on the other hand would probably give boring gifts in comparison, but it would all be stuff that she hand made and that will be useful. Being dalish they don't have as much of a trade economy, and being nomadic would mean that useful practical gifts would be common and appreciated. Like 'oh well Skyhold is pretty chilly and with lots of stone floors so I knitted you some socks' or, 'you're always complaining about how messy your desk is so I wove this lil basket for your trinkets/small stuff'
art fight attack on @crabs-with-sticks' Ghilara Lavellan!
Thinking Ghilara Lavellan thoughts tonight... Especially with Ghilan'nain likely being the villain in DA4
Because Ghilara's always had a connection to Ghilan'nain (this was in her lore even before the DA4 stuff was announced). She was born with white hair and this was taken as a sign of Ghilan'nain blessing the clan, hence Ghilara being named for the goddess. And she grew up with that expectation all her life, and always knew she would be taking Ghilan'nain's vallaslin. Until her parents were killed and her life went off the rails, her abandoning the path of Ghilan'nain that had been set out for her.
And then, being a solasmancer you've got some of that halla and the wolf imagery coming through.
All of this with the knowledge we now have of Ghilan'nain as experimenter, as a creator of twisted beastly things. The creator of the Horror of Hormak.
Just the symbolism of Ghilara as a halla. Ghilara starting off as a creature of innocence, of independence, of cooperation, of the guider, the helper. And how that all gets twisted by trauma, by being erased, abandoned and alone. How the halla has now become a beastly twisted thing. How just like Ghilan'nain's own experimentation, Ghilara has become something of a wild horror, so far from where she started, pushed there by the world.
A peaceful walk in the forest
Just a quick sketch, in and out! Not gonna do anything fancy, just feel like drawing some papae solas... ???? hours later with colour and a background. Was planning to do a bunch of quick sketches of papae Solas but here we are lol
also fun fact this is based off an actual picture of my dad and my sister from when we were lil. Technically I'm in it too, in the JacPack, but Ghil and Solas only have one kid in my cannon
Having ocs is fun because sometimes you just get to decide random facts about your lil guys. Like Ghilara Lavellan would make the best scroggin and would always be havin a lil snack
lavellans lavellans lavellans !!! small warm up sketches of lavellans interacting :F this was so much fun, i would love to do more in between a big piece
Alris belongs to @hieravian, Aella is the lovely @nokdunal's and Ghilara is @crabs-with-sticks's!
For the DADWC, from the "It's all about the YEARNING" prompt list: "Just let me look at you for a little bit."
Tumblr is being a bastard about me posting this rip. But have a whole bunch of solavellan fluff where Solas is definetly NOT pouting. @dadrunkwriting
Respite Ghilara Lavellan x Solas
1375 words, brief suggestive flirting
No matter what Dorian said, Solas wasn’t pouting. And he certainly wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t pouting over studying alone. He wasn’t pouting about the music that was swirling through the gaps in the door to the rotunda. And he most certainly, and most ardently, was not pouting about the fact that Ghilara was busy tonight.
Because that was something that teenagers did the first time they were in an actual relationship. Pouting was for men far less mature than he was, boys with a couple thousand years less experience than he. So he absolutely, very definitely was NOT pouting. Or sulking. Or brooding. Or moping.
He knew that she was a very busy woman. He knew that she was very important and had so much on her plate. He knew that nearly every person in Thedas was watching her to see if she would bring ruin of salvation. He knew that, in the grand scheme of things, the fact that she had to attend a political ball held in her honour, was a very small deal.
But he still found his mind unable to focus on the book in front of him, his thoughts turning to the knowledge of how she felt curled up in his lap. The way her hair smelled like honey and thyme and brushed soft against his nose. The way her hair curled up, tickling him under the chin. The press of her back against him.
And then it was just a simple jump across to thoughts of what she must be doing now. How she would be asked to dance by the swarms of noblemen and women that had wormed into Skyhold for the event. The thought of their hands brushing against her back as they danced, their hands entwined as they tried to rationalise her power with their hatred of her people.
He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t! He was near certain that tomorrow he would have a full cuss filled rundown from her of the event. Complaining about the stuffy nobles, their tedious dances, their boring small talk and their stupid food. But that knowledge did very little to soften the ache in her chest that longed for her.
Okay so maybe he was pouting. But only a little!
He sighed and snapped the tome in front of him closed. He strode over to the wall of the rotunda, eyeing the latest piece of the mural he had been working on. He was still in the early stages of planning it, only having sketched out a few ideas on paper.
He was so focused that he never had a chance to hear the soft slide of the door opening. Or a person slipping through until he felt the brush of a body against his back, and a face slinking up to press a kiss to his cheek. He turned around and nearly took the other person out with him as he moved wildly.
A woman’s chuckle echoed through the rotunda. “I surrender! I surrender!”
Something seemed to settle within Solas’ chest and his entire body relaxed around it, a smile popping up on his face. “Ilara!” He said, catching her in her arms even though she had long since steadied herself.
He pulled her close to him. He pressed his lips to her grinning lips and stepped back until he felt the edge of the couch against the back of his legs. His hands were on her back, feeling the even bumps of vertebrae under the pads of his fingers. Whatever she was wearing it was open backed and his hands slipped down her spine, sliding a fingers length under the fabric, pulling her even closer.
His mouth was still on hers, inhaling her as if she was the oxygen necessary for life. Not breaking their kiss, he pulled her down with him to the couch. He came back up for air, but Ghilara only had time to let out the first melodic notes of a giggle before his mouth was on hers again swallowing the sound.
“So did you miss me?” She asked, her face so close to his own that he could feel her lips moving around the words.
He chuckle, “was it that obvious? But what are you doing here? Don’t you have a ball to attend?”
She pulled back from him, her teeth biting at her lower lip and a blush climbing onto her cheeks. “I may…have gotten bored and snuck away…? I’m hoping nobody will notice.”
His hands were still on her back, and he slipped them further down until he could feel the bony vertebrae give way to softer, fuller flesh. “I doubt they will miss you. There are always so many dark corners for two people to vanish into at events such as these.”
“Solas, are you proposing to ravish me right here and now?” She whispered, waggling her eyebrows with frankly impressive alacrity.
“I do find myself hungry for dessert.”
She grinned, “now, I would normally consider your offer, but unfortunately I think Josie and Leliana might kill me if I ruin any part of this outfit.”
He smiled, the playful lust pulling back from his eyes to be replaced with utter fondness. Pulling her up to sit on his lap he said, “well we couldn’t have that. For I am sure you are most beautiful.”
“You’re sure are you?” She retored, acting haughty and offended, though he could see the playful spark in her eyes.
He could feel the blush spreading across his face and up to the tips of his ears. “I must admit, I have not actually had that much opportunity to admire your appearance this evening. I was missing you and now here you are.”
“Oh yes, Dorian said you were pouting.”
“I was not- anyway, that is besides the point.” He stood the two of them up and took a few steps back so that he could take in her form fully. She started towards him but he reached out, holding his hand out to slow her movement. “Just let me admire you for this moment ma vhenan. I should not ever want to forget this.”
And he did. Her bone white hair had been braided half up from her face, the rest curling in running waves to brush against her shoulders. The braids were woven between antlers- halla he thought- which had been carved with swirling leaves. It was a subtle look, the way the white of her blended with the white of the antler. Similar in colour enough that it did not draw away from her with gaudy colours or metals, but instead allowed her natural beauty to stand on its own.
The curls drew the eye down to her dress, which was a light leaf green, embroided with flowers and leaves of the same colour- giving it texture without it being gaudy. White beads brought out the colour of her hair; settled across the hem like morning dew on grass. The neckline plunged to just below her sternum, showing of the muscles of her body, and the soft hang of her breasts. The dress was loose, with a full skirt made of layer upon layer upon layer of near sheer green fabric. It was freeflowing, rather than the usual fashion for skirts stiffened with layers of petticoats or crinolines, and the sleeves were wide and draped down to her elbows. It reacted with every graceful move she made, the fabric swirling as if caught up in an invisible wind.
Ghilara was blushing, he knew, picking at her fingernails. But she gave him a twirl, and the dress fanned out around her, reminiscent of a swell at sea. The back was open as he had felt earlier, showing off the archer’s muscles she had developed from decades of practice.
Matching her timing her stepped forwards and slowed her spin, stepping behind her and entwining their fingers together. “You like it then?” Ghilara sighed as he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck.
“I would love you in anything,” he said against her skin, lips brushing against her as he spoke the words. He tucked his chin up onto her shoulder, leaning his head against her own. “But yes…since you asked.”
AN: For those interested, I based the dress Ghilara is wearing off of this one by Teuta Matoshi (I adore basically every single thing they do and would 100% get one if they weren't a few grand each T-T)
Ghilara Lavellan mending her friends' clothing at camp.
Based on Old Woman Darning by Nicolae Grigorescu
Ghilara Lavellan: two truths and a lie
RULES: post a 24-hour poll containing two truths and one lie about your OC. Have your followers try to guess which is the lie.
Got tagged by @libraryofawesomeness :D
Tagging it forwards (no pressure to ofc, deepest apologies if you've been tagged before) @meg-does-art @cat-appreciator @dragon--sage @ammoniteflesh @telanadasvhenan :D
Well, the final result is a tie, but one of them is correct! Ghilara would never scream at spiders! She loves insects and will share insect facts with you if you suggest you are interested in hearing them. The nickname that Varric is 'bugs' because their first trip out to the hinterlands she infodumped to him about the role of bugs in the ecosystem.
And yes, Ghilara does not consider herself to be a creative person. She is an excellent craftswoman, and sews, embroiders, knits and basket weaves, but she views these as more practical things rather than a creative project.
Ghilara Lavellan: two truths and a lie
RULES: post a 24-hour poll containing two truths and one lie about your OC. Have your followers try to guess which is the lie.
Got tagged by @libraryofawesomeness :D
Tagging it forwards (no pressure to ofc, deepest apologies if you've been tagged before) @meg-does-art @cat-appreciator @dragon--sage @ammoniteflesh @telanadasvhenan :D