Sunrise At The Vhenadahl - Ariya & Kallian Tabris

Kissy commishie of Solace Hawke and Fenris for Illumina!!

[ID: Digital drawing of Fenris and Hawke, a woman with white skin and brown hair pulled back into a bun, from the shoulders up. Fenris is resting a hand on the side of Hawke's face while he looks at her lovingly and Hawke smiles up at him. The background is a textured rusty brown fading into a dark blue-grey shadow. End ID.]

For @eleanoriii & @hawkechuckles 🖤

City Elf Appreciation Week

Day 5: Alienage

As the eldest Tabris cousin, it is Novhen's familial duty to show his younger cousin Shianni the ropes around Denerim, and in his rogueish mind, this obviously includes how to scam the city's human population. 2666 words.

and a thank you to @cityelfweek for putting all this together (and giving me the motivation to finish this fic) ^.^

My version of the city elf origin concept art from Dragon Age: Origins featuring @breninarthur's

Kallian Tabris

You can read Kallian fics here!

The background is an Adobe stock image by user paradoxu

Willem Trialmont, the honourable topsider.  A sort-of-cleaner version of the sketch I photographed a few days ago, with some very half-assed colours because I was bored.  Yes. 

The following text is my elaborate and lengthy headcanon for a character whose name is only mentioned once in a codex entry, constructed solely for the purpose of fic:

Willem is from the alienage in Val Royeaux.  (Reasoning behind this is that “Trialmont” sounds very Orlesian.)  Like Tabris from the city elf origin, he was secretly taught by a close family member how to wield the family longsword – the swordsmanship, the weapon, and the blade’s inscription traditions covertly passed on from generation to generation.  Weapons are discouraged in the Denerim alienage, so I assume they’re also frowned upon in Orlais.  The longsword is his most treasured possession, and the inscribed text defines his behaviour: “There must always be another to take up arms against the darkness. That is the core of true family beyond kin and the unifying link that will bring day to night and allow the fallen to rest.”

At some point in his youth, Willem no longer had a reason to remain in the alienage.  He probably sought out the Dalish as some city elves do.  He eventually finds a clan and they begrudgingly take him in.  There he hones his proficiency at fighting as well as learning the history of his people.  He spends many years with the Dalish until they accept him as their own.  (I kerfuffled with canon a bit and gave him vallaslin even though the Dalish don’t do the ritual on humans or city elves. However, the codex entry on vallaslin is unclear as to whether city elves who join the Dalish have the privilege of being tattooed or not, so I’m assuming the former for plot reasons.)

One day, Willem learns from the Keeper about the darkspawn and the Blights, as well as the Exalted March of the Dales.  He is appalled that the Dalish did not help defend Montsimmard and is unsatisfied with the reasons the elves provide.  He knows that the Dalish did not help the humans because they did not wish to interact with them in order to regain their lost heritage, but his Trialmont sensibilities found this behaviour selfish and unacceptable.  The conflicting opinions over this matter led to Willem leaving the clan.

Taking the words inscribed on his longsword to heart, Willem decides to go into the Deep Roads to find the darkspawn.  A Blight hasn’t occurred for around two Ages, and like in DA:O the common populace probably don’t really believe darkspawn are real.  Willem is determined to find out whether they still exist, so he travels to the Frostback Mountains to find an entrance underground.  He succeeds and enters the Deep Roads where he eventually runs into a group of Legionnaires trying to reclaim Bownammar.  And that’s when the codex entry happens.

(I did not make Willem a Grey Warden because part of the codex entry says, “Topsiders usually assume the end of a Blight erases the darkspawn from the world. Why does this one care that his victory just drives them back on our doorstep?”  It sounds like he’s a regular topsider, since Grey Wardens have reason to seek out darkspawn in the Deep Roads (e.g. for their Calling) and they aren’t unknown to the dwarves.)

By the Dread Wolf, that’s a lot of text.  Apparently tumblr doesn’t let me put things under cut for photo posts…

Some Zevran doodles

Also him and his tall girlfriend

"saying I love you for the first time" for Zevran/Tabris?

Really leaning into Mara's aloof black cat energy here! Gotta hide in Zevran's cleavage before she can bring herself to say it lmao @dadrunkwriting

It was cold. Mara could feel that much even through the pile of blankets she was huddled under, curled up with her face tucked under them like a cat. She could feel the warm press of a body at her back, soft flesh curled up around her, so close that they might as well have been joined by a seam. She smiled and snuggled down further, sighing at the soft fluffy blanket whose edge on slightly tickled her nose when she breathed in. On her waist she could feel the gentle drawing of shapes and patterns with bare fingers. The soft pads occasionally replaced by a light scratch of longer nails. “Wha time isit?” Mara slurred out, tongue still clumsy from sleep. “Now, now Mara, you know I love you but we have to get up. They will be sending out a search party for us otherwise.” She grunted, turning over and wrapping her limbs around the other elf, pressing her face against his chest. Zevran’s limbs stiffened and Mara looked up at him, the actions happening practically simultaneously as their sleep addled minds processed what he had just said. You know I love you… Neither of them said anything, just looking at the other in shocked silence. Mara couldn’t quite make out the emotions which were at war within Zevran’s eyes. It was a distant look, as if he had been yanked out of bed and into the cold. Partially fearful, partially shocked, and partially…something else she wasn’t quite sure of. She looked away from his gaze, a blush rising on her cheeks. They had slept together, they had made love, they had fornicated, they had committed sodomy, and this was what made her blush? She reburied her face into his chest to hide the growing redness on her face. “I love you too Zev.” His voice was in her ear, soothing and gentle, even as she could hear the pounding of his heart through his ribcage and the slight quail of his voice. “I’m sorry warden, I didn’t quite hear that.” She removed her face and tilted her head up, though she couldn’t bring her gaze to meet his own. She spoke with a frown, or perhaps a pout. “I love you too Zev.” His whole body relaxed and he let out a shaking laugh. “Well! That is a relief. Mara.” Her frown deepened and she pulled him close to her into a tight embrace. Her mouth right next to his ear, looking out past him. “Were you really that in doubt?” She asked, certainly pouting now. “Hm, I am picking up that the diplomatic answer to your question is ‘no I was never in doubt’.” She laughed at that, sudden and from the stomach. “But I must confess I was a little.” She growled and peppered kisses over every bit of skin that she could reach from their current position. Not willing to give up the feeling of being enveloped in strong arms. He squealed as her lips grazed across a ticklish spot and she grinned, doubling down and clutching him tight. Through his rolling laughter he said, “well don’t worry I’m not in doubt anymore.”

ねこめりる

'like dogs, Shianni'

female city elf origin is peak. you have no idea how much I want HoF to be in the new game and how sad I am that it's probably not going to happen

Winter Guardian 

This first version of my new tree amulet is now ready on my shop: the design it’s inspired by Dragon Age Origins and some of my own fantasy stories. I hope you like it!