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i love drawing buff women but unfortunately kiara's physique esp her torso wont survive the clothing
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First Lines
I was tagged by the lovely @alyssalenko to share the first line of my last ten published works or as many as I'm able and to see if there are any patterns!
Now, I've hopefully written ten new fics since the last time I did this tag game 😅.
Shelter From The Storm - Cullen Rutherford/Arhea Lavellan, G: They pressed on in the early twilight of dusk; climbing the pitted, winding path into the mountains.
2. Captured - Rylen/Farie Lavellan, Explicit: They splash from the river, buoyant in each other’s arms.
(Eeesh, already seeing a pattern here. Do not perceive me! 🫣)
3. The Inquisitor's Gift - Dorian Pavus/Jonathan Trevelyan, Mature: Dorian collapses with a heavy whoosh into the plush leather chair in his father’s office — the solid, old wood creaking in protest at such disrespect.
4. Ding Dong Desk Dick Down - Cullen Rutherford/Warden!Alistair/Kiara Trevelyan, Explicit: “Who’s ready for round two?” Alistair asks with a mischievous grin and Cullen lets out an exhausted groan.
5. I'll crawl home to her - Anders/Kiara Hawke, Teen+: Anders thumbs through the loose pages of his manifesto, the light of a single candle dancing across the parchment.
6. Nobody's Fool - Dorian Pavus/Arthur Trevelyan, Teen+: The sunlight begins to slant low and amber through the library window, and Dorian rests his book in his lap, blinking his weary eyes.
7. Excuse me, Archdemon - Warden!Alistair/Elissa Cousland, G: Alistair wakes in a cold sweat, heart hammering in his chest as remnants of his nightmare slither through his mind.
8. Working Out The Kinks - Garrus Vakarian/Nihlus Kryik/f!Shepard, Explicit: “I don't mind the recoil on the M-29 so much, I’d only ever use it at mid-range anyway,” Shepard shrugs as she leads them out of the shuttle bay, wiping the sweat from her flushed face with the end of the towel that hangs around her neck.
9. Templar Vows - Cullen Rutherford/Warden!Alistair, Teen+: Cullen leaps up the steps leading to the novitiate quarters.
10. Wounded Pride - Cullen Rutherford/Solona Amell, Explicit: Cullen steered his trusted steed, Kilead, away from the city gates of Kirkwall, and the stallion traversed the pitted earth with a smooth and steady gait.
Tagging: @charlatron | @pikapeppa | @knuttydraws | @blackwallmancer | @cleverblackcat | @kemvee | @rosella-writes | @dreadfutures | @inquisitoracorn and anyone else that would like to participate
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OC Name Meanings
Thank youuu @kittynomsdeplume
Rules: Google and post the meaning of your OC’s name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too
Sooo I really suck at naming my OCs and they are usually either named by online generators (thats my baby Farie for example, because she is an ANCIENT OC who went through a lot of changes) or by some super random impulse in my brain that cannot be called a thought. In any way, this may be funny.
Tagging: (i havent tagged anyone for anything in such a long time that I'm sorry if I accidentally annoy someone 😅) @warden-greatly-approves @plisuu @author-a-holmes @lavellanvibes @charmcity-jess Names below!
Farie Lavellan - as I mentioned, ages ago I used one of the elven name generators to name my random Lavellan OC for my first run of DAI after a long break... well. The rest is history. Interestingly, turns out Farie is a name of Arabic origin meaning "tall” (thats really not a match then :d), “slim”, “woman with beautiful long hair”. Kiara Trevelyan - seems like depending on origin it could either mean "light", "clear" (Italian origin) or the contrary: "dark" or "black" (Irish origin). What is the truth then!! Guess my girl is just full of contradictions. And why this name? I just liked the sound of it. And the Lion King II 😆 Enarra Amell - honestly I cant remember how I came up with this one and seems like such name (or word) does not exist at all. Closest actually existing word is "Narra" which is apparently a type of wood known as Philippine mahogany. Well, Enarra is definitely a solid and strong gal. Norah Hawke - Norah, Nora etc all come from the name Honora which - easy to guess - originates from the word "honor" (Latin origin). As for how I came up with it - I went through some list of names until one of them sounded good with "Hawke" 😆 Fiadh - my poor baby without her last name because I still cant decide if I want to give Rylen some cool one (Bioware why did you do this to my man!!). Anyway, Fiadh is Farie's and Rylen's daughter and my first OC whose name I paid more attention to. Its a name of celtic roots, meaning "wild" or "wilderness" (esp in modern Irish if i am not mistaken) Carian Rutherford - and finally the Cullevelyan oldest. Can't find the precise info right now, but I remember I was messing with Welsh origin names and this one's core had to do with "love"
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Who is Kiara's fave person to hang out with (Theo and Cass don't count)?
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ooo could you do “Can we make cake? I like cake.”
@midnightprelude also sent me this prompt, approximately a year ago now lol, and I've been dwelling on it for sooo long. Anyway I just woke up and decided to fill this very cute prompt with some Lavellan Fam and I think there’s a sequel brewing. ft. @serphena ‘s Theo and Kiara! -- Taren used to be good with kids. He used to spend his weekend mornings teaching the children of the clan traditional dances, he used to light up holiday nights with bursts of magic whisps that made them ooh and ahh, he used to tell the littlest ones, the scared ones whose parents were away, or just gone, the same old stories that had been told to him, when he'd needed them. In his heart of hearts, he always wanted kids. A family. A home. He never really talked about that. He still never really talks about that.
There are five kids at Skyhold. Five is nothing compared to the number of scampering, laughing, rambunctious children he used to sometimes be put in charge of supervising as a First, back when Keeper Deshanna thought he’d needed practice at responsible. He isn’t in charge of supervising any of the children in the fortress. He’s had more than enough practice at responsible. But they’re well taken care of, the children of this strange new clan. The baker’s daughter has her mother still, the merchant’s three children come and go, and Kiara... Kiara is just like her father, independent. And when she isn’t being independent, she’s stuck to the legs of Theo, and when Theo is away, Cassandra. He tries not to be offended by the fact that his brother’s daughter doesn’t seem to like him very much. If he were her, he wouldn’t either.
It’s a good thing, really, that there are other people to supervise the children. The Inquisitor has enough on his plate without having to worry about things like mediating fights over building blocks or soothing nightmares, and in this chaotic world with it’s green, gaping sky filled with literal demons, there have been a lot of nightmares. Now, he is the story parents tell their children when the bad dreams come at night: the Inquisitor will fix it. He has a magic hand and he’ll heal the whole sky, patch it right up.
He tries not to hear the stories, but his brother’s daughter looks at him like he’s one part mythic hero, one part imminent threat to everything she has ever loved.
She’s no stranger to danger, even though she’s barely five. Theo told him about how they used to live, running from place to place, threat to threat. Even with the gaping green hole in the sky, this is better. Skyhold feels safe. Sometimes, Skyhold feels like the only safe place in the world.
Which is why she doesn’t like Taren very much. Because every so often, when the gaping green hole is being particularly nasty, spitting out its demons and smaller tears of awful and green into the world, Taren sends her papa away. Really, Theo volunteers to go. Taren never asked for his help, he just showed up and offered it. He’s always been the kind of person who could never just stand by, they have that in common. And by the looks of things so will Kiara, one day, but right now she just misses her papa, and worries about the demons she knows are out there, and looks at Taren like he’s responsible.
And he can’t blame her. He is.
Which makes being put in charge of supervising her while both Cassandra and Theo are away exceedingly difficult. He volunteered to do it, of course. Promised Theo it would be fine, fun, even. Reminded him of how good he has always been with kids, told him he’d be grateful for the opportunity to get to know his little niece. And now she’s huffing at his every suggestion, and running away from him when he offers her dinner at the end of the long days, and hiding in her room with a doll Krem made her while refusing bedtime stories at night. Krem, who is a great, scary mercenary from a band of great, scary mercenaries, who lives in the tavern making lewd jokes and telling gory stories with Bull, is better loved by Skyhold’s children, by his own brother’s child, than he is.
Of course, he understands it. If he was a child, he’d like Krem better too. Krem makes little nug dolls with wings on them, and it’s hard to compete with that.
Still, it’s not just a jealousy thing. It’s not just a want of family or a desire to see enthusiastic appreciation for his skills at story-telling and whisp-making again. It’s not even just that he’s missed so much of his brother’s life, that he found out about Kiara when she was already four years old, and that Theo’s story about that life they had on the run sank into his heart cold. Those are all good reasons to feel a sense of determination about this, to want to prove that he is a fun, funny, warm and welcoming uncle. To want to be there for her even when her papa can’t be. To want to be considered as family. But it’s more than just love, he’ll love his brother’s child even if she does nothing but throw tantrums and slam doors the entire time Theo is away. What he really wants, selfishly, is a break.
He still knows how to make colourful whisps, but it’s been years since anyone’s needed his magic to do anything other than hurt. He still knows all the old stories, but it’s been years since anyone wanted to talk about Elvhenan as anything other than a puzzle to solve. He still knows the traditional dances, but the only dancing he’s done in years took him in stiff steps over marble floors, analyzing the threats hidden behind glittering masks, until finally, at the end of the night, someone tried to kill him. He’s just tired. He just wants to have some fun.
So he decides, after four days of enduring a five-year-old’s brooding, that today they will have fun, whether Kiara wants to or not. They clearly both need it.
“Hey Kiara Kiddo,” he calls out to her where she’s picking dandelions from the courtyard green. She looks up at him with a sour expression, but she doesn’t get up or abandon the chain of flowers she’s connecting, which is a promising start. He sits next to her on the grass.
“Why do you always call me Kiara Kiddo?” she asks, stubborn, huffy, eyes narrowing to a squint. She doesn’t have Theo’s distinctive eye colours -- one blue, one green -- hers come from someone neither of them have ever met, and they’re deep and endlessly brown, but they squint just like her father’s. Taren leans back in the grass, and squints back at her.
“Because you’re a kiddo,” he says, “and it starts with the same letter.”
“I’m not a kiddo!” she huffs, “I’m a knight! Like Cassandra!”
Taren stifles a chuckle. Yesterday, she proved her skill with a practice sword by hitting him with it when he tried to tell her it was bedtime, which wasn’t very knightly, but her sword skills are rather good for a five year old, and now he has a bruise on his knee.
“Ok,” he says, “I’m sorry, Knight Kiara. That starts with the same letter too.”
Kiara considers this for a moment. “No it doesn’t.” she determines, “Knight starts with ‘nnnn’.”
“There’s a ‘K’ there first, you just don’t say it aloud.” Taren explains, “do you want help with your crown, Knight Kiara?”
“No.” she says, as she returns her attention to the linkage of yellow flowers, “why are there so many letters you don’t say?”
“What do you mean?”
“Laugh has a ‘guh’ at the end you don’t say, and know has a ‘K’ before the ‘nnn’ too.” she says, squinting down at her chain, “and Uncle Dori says that lots of big words sound smaller once you learn them.” Dorian is teaching Kiara to read. Dorian, who is probably the last person anyone would ever expect to even go near a child, never mind being the one to tell one stories, has earned himself a nickname and several flower crowns. Taren is head-over-heels in love with Dorian, though neither of them has said as much, and seeing him with a flower crown on his head about stopped his heart, the first time. But that doesn’t keep the jealousy from rising in his throat right now, when Dorian gets to be “Uncle” and he’s still spending his days feeling like he’s more title than person. More title than person to everyone, not just to Kiara, but not getting to be anyone’s uncle, that’s where it stings the most.
But if Kiara wants to be a knight, then he can be the all-important Inquisitor.
“He’s right about that,” Taren agrees, “do you want to go find a story about knights? I can help you read it.”
“No.” says Kiara.
“Or you could teach me sword fighting,” he suggests. Kiara simply shakes her head.
Taren is determined. He has an arsenal of kid-friendly activities at the ready to suggest. Colouring and stories and games and imaginative adventures they could go on around Skyhold, since he holds all the keys. She could sit up in his throne or they could visit Leliana’s birds, they could steal Cullen’s chess board or borrow Solas’ paints. He suggests a few of these things, and Kiara continues to say no, and squint at the grass.
Taren sighs. “Well I don’t know, Knight Kiara, what should we do?”
“Nothing.” she says.
Taren frowns. “That doesn’t sound like much fun,” he picks a few dandelions of his own, and fiddles with their stems, “I told your papa that me and you would have lots of fun while he’s gone,” he tries, “what are we going to tell him when he comes back?”
Kiara looks at him, fire in her warm brown eyes. “I don’t want to play with you until papa comes back. I just want papa to come back.”
“I know, kiddo.”
Her frown deepens, her eyes blaze.
“Sorry, knight,” Taren sighs again, “he’ll come back soon.” he promises.
“Why did you make him go?”
“I --” Taren pauses. His defence is not what Kiara wants to hear, not what she needs to hear. She’s already asked that question of him a hundred times, and she knows what his answer is. She asked Theo the same question a hundred times before he left, too, and Theo’s answer was the same. “I miss him too.” he says instead, “I’m worried about him too.”
“Then why don’t you make him come back.” it doesn’t sound anything like a question.
“I can’t,” he says, and it’s an honest answer, then he smiles, “no one can ever make your papa do anything, and no one will be able to stop him coming back to you.” that’s true too, mostly. Kiara is silent, she picks at the petals of one of her flowers.
“Do you want to see where he went?” Taren offers. She’s seen the maps before, Theo outlined the whole route and showed her the maps he’d be taking with him, and she’s gone over all the place names so many times that now she can recite them from memory, but sometimes it helps. “We can go look at the big map in the war room,” Taren offers, knowing she’s always been curious about what goes on in there, “or we can climb to the tallest tower of the castle and look out, if we face the right way and look really hard, we might see their fires.” That’s less true. Some scout fires can be seen from Skyhold’s peaks at night, but none of those are where Theo is.
Kiara considers, then she shakes her head.
“We could write him a letter,” Taren offers next, “and take it to Leliana’s birds.” That helps too. He knew it would, so he suggested it to Dorian, and now they do that almost every day. Kiara gives him a startled look, like she’s surprised that he knows about the power of writing an absent parent letters, but then she shakes her head again.
The stem of one of Kiara’s flowers snaps when she tries to tie it, and she drops the whole thing with a disappointed groan. Taren picks it up. “Here,” he says, delicately taking the thing from the ground and waving a hand over its broken end until the stem grows out. He magics them together, pulls on the fade until it the stem is long and sturdy and then gives it reinforcing vines of magically grown plant matter to bind it, tying the whole thing together, “all better, see?” It’s an easy thing to do, sprouting a bit of green. Easier than calling on the spirits of the dead to fight after they fall, or summoning a rift he still doesn’t really understand to isolate his enemies, much easier than flinging bolts of electricity or even putting up a barrier. Kiara’s eyes go wide while she watches him.
“Do you have green magic because of your green hand?” she asks, for the moment more curious than she is upset with him, which is something.
“No,” he answers, “well I do, but not that kind of green magic. That’s a trick our Keeper taught me, when me and your papa were both young.”
“Papa can’t do magic.” Kiara frowns, “you have two kinds but all papa has is a bow.”
“Your papa doesn’t need magic,” Taren says, but Kiara looks unconvinced, “we learned together, you know, your papa with his bow while I was learning magic, and every time we fought he’d win.”
“Why did you fight?”
“Just for fun, just for practice. Like you and Cass.” he says, “we used to have fun together all the time, me and your papa.”
Kiara looks at him, her big brown eyes taking in his face, on which he’s projected an honest, if somewhat sad, smile. Then her eyes travel down to the flower chain, to the hand he waved over it and then to the hand he didn’t, that glows green.
“Papa won?“
“Always.” Taren says, “I don’t think even The Iron Bull could beat him.”
Kiara nods seriously.
“Did your papa ever tell you about when he was little?”
Kiara shrugs, “papa didn’t have a mama either, and he didn’t even have a papa, but you took care of him. That’s why I have to listen to you while he’s gone.” she recites, not like she knows it, but like she’s been told. Taren frowns.
“We had each other,” he says, “we had the whole clan, like a big, big family, but...” he pauses. He doesn’t want to make her sadder than she already is, “I didn’t have a mama or a papa either, so we took care of each other.”
“Were you sad?” her eyes travel back down to the ground, and she picks up the crown again, admiring the mended flower stem; it’s seamless.
“Sometimes,” Taren shrugs, “we both were, sometimes.”
“Did you help papa when he was sad?”
“Of course.”
“How?”
Taren thinks. Stories, games, helping to get them into mischief some days and to keep Theo out of trouble on others.
“Once, we got some cake from a merchant, and ate so much we got sick.” he suggests, “and I did this, and told him stories,” Taren waves his hand, the ordinary one, up into the air, and colourful whisps begin to dance about. Kiara watches a blue one flit around her flower crown, and a corner of her lip almost makes it up to a smile.
“Can we make cake?” she asks, “I like cake.”
“Good idea, Knight Kiara,” Taren smiles, “but I bet to make a cake we’ll need supplies. Are you ready for your first quest?”
Kiara smiles a little more, and nods. “Here,” she says, offering the flower crown she’s just finished out to him, “if I am the knight then you have to be the princess.”
“Got it,” Taren agrees, and places the crown on his head.
#this was not originally going to be this sad I don't know what happened sorry#my fic#my writing#there was a version where they go around the castle interacting with everyone in silly ways#on a quest for cake ingredients#so maybe that's what's next#dai#taren lavellan#theo lavellan#kiara lavellan
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Am I good at simple sketches? No. But can I at least catch my OCs resemblance? Also no :D But I can always keep trying 😅 Practice doodles ft. Farie Lavellan, Kiara Trevelyan, and Enarra Amell
#dragon age#dragon age OCs#lavellan#trevelyan#amell#Farie Lavellan#Kiara Trevelyan#Enarra Amell#dragon age inquisition#dragon age origins#dragon age fanart
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I was tagged by @doctormage to use this picrew to make my OC's and then myself! Thanks queen~
In order: Eralen Lavellan, Kiara, & Me!
I'm tagging @rosella-writes @proph4031 @freakwiththeknifecollection @starsandskies @kirstinetheartist @elishkacat + whoever else wants to (~ ̄³ ̄)~
#picrew game#tagging game#I'm honestly shocked how similar my picrew is to my actual features lol#I have a choker and green sweater exactly like that + my hair looks iust like this#kendra's rambling again#eralen lavellan#OC Kiara
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Evelyn and Eralen
Evelyn and Kiara
Made in picrew by @sugawara-kkoushi 💖.
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Satinalia Masquerade 2021 Masterpost
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A Good Book by @kittynomsdeplume
Rating: G
Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas
Tags: Gentle Kissing, sharing a book, Digital Art, Art
Summary: Solas and Ixchel exchange opinions regarding a book they are reading together.
A Surprising Reunion by @kittynomsdeplume
Rating: E
Relationships: Alistair/Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan
Tags: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Relationship(s), Threesome - F/M/M, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Alcohol, Semi-Public Sex, Soft Dom Cullen, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Sex on Furniture
Summary: The Inquisition forces amass in the Western Approach, preparing to lay siege to Adamant Fortress. Returning from a detour to the Forbidden Oasis, Kiara Trevelyan longs to see Cullen — hoping for some time alone before they must throw themselves into danger once more. However, an unexpected interloper puts a damper on their intimate reunion — the Grey Warden Alistair.
A Switch in Dynamic by @drag-on-age
Rating: E
Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas
Tags: Smut, Sub Solas, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control
Summary:
Solas went about the next day mostly normally. He painted more of the frescoes, researched more into the shards the Inquisitor was finding throughout their journeys; he even debated with Dorian about the practicalities of certain techniques he has seen him use while fighting.
The only difference was, upon waking, Elluin had given him a command.
“No smalls.”
Elluin and Solas try something different for a day.
all it takes is love (and a leap of faith) by @kittimau
Rating: E
Relationships: Alistair/Zevran Arainai/Male Tabris
Tags: Established Zevran/Tabris, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Demisexuality, Fluff and Smut, Enthusiastic Consent, First Kiss, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Light Dom/Sub, Bathing/Washing, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control
Summary: For many long months, Alistair’s yearned for what he thought he could not have, and here it stares him in the face, both a dare and an invitation. Will they offer? And will he take it?
As the years go by for @morganlefaye79
Rating: T
Relationships: Anders/Male Hawke
Tags: a litter of kittens, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
Summary: What are two mages doing when they finally retire? Anders? Retire? I don't think so! Maybe he just needs a distraction!
Did you? by @morganlefaye79
Rating: M
Relationships: Hawke & Carver Hawke
Tags: nosy sibling, dialogue between siblings, Humour, Varric background, Merrill background
Summary: Hawke is curious about a letter.
Fading in your arms by @knuttydraws
Rating: T
Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas
Tags: Fluff, Romance, (Fanart)
He Comes In Humble Guises by @rosella-writes
Rating: E
Relationships: Solas/Male Trevelyan
Tags: Fade Sex, Fade Tongue, Fade Shenanigans, Fade Dreams, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Bisexual Solas, POV Alternating, Elf/Human Relationship(s), Exhibitionism, Public Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Cock Worship, Gratuitous Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, PWP
Summary:
He sat back in the throne, knees spread and long legs extending before him, and fixed Solas with the challenge of his gaze.
“Here I am, then,” he said.
Solas stood, frozen for a mere moment, and looked over the figure Quinn supposed he must strike. When he approached, it was with slow, confident footsteps — he set his glass beside Quinn’s and raised his hand to Quinn’s chin.
“And how fine you look upon it,” he murmured, “Inquisitor.”
He laughs best that laughs last by @morganlefaye79
Rating: T
Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan
Tags: Fluff and Humor, Dorian is sulking, Snowball Fight
Summary: Jonathan Trevelyan comes out of the war room and hears a great commotion outside. Time to investigate.
honey, you’re familiar (like my mirror years ago) by @rosella-writes
Rating: E
Relationships: Solas/Male Trevelyan
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Gratuitous Smut, Friends with Benefits, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Hair-pulling, Orgasm Control, Dry Orgasm, Desk Sex, Switch Solas, Bisexual Solas, Elvhen Dirty Talk, Voice Kink, Dry Humping, Multiple Orgasms, PWP, Hand Jobs, Tent Sex, Wall Sex, Spit as Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Recreational Drug Use (Elfroot)
Summary:
Solas and Quinn Trevelyan’s familiarity grows into intimacy, and from there into closeness that defies definition. These are their stolen, breathless moments, broken by kisses and whispered Elvhen confessions.
What it says on the tin. Here there be lemons.
In The Dark by @kittynomsdeplume
Rating: E
Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas
Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Power Dynamics, Solavellan Hell
Summary: Twelve months after Corypheus’ defeat, as darkness falls across Skyhold, Inquisitor Elluin Lavellan receives an unexpected visitor in her chambers. Entering her room might have been a simple feat — gaining access to her bed is a more complicated matter.
In-tents Daydreams by @noire-pandora
Rating: M
Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas
Tags: Masturbation
Summary:
He moaned again, and the image of Lavellan waiting for him, all flushed and ready to take him displaced any logical thought. His hand flew to his trousers and he skimmed his fingers over his cock, pressed painfully against the green fabric.
Would Lavellan touch him gently, her fingers moving up and down his cock in languid motions, or would she be as impatient as he felt, greedy for his moans of pleasure, turning his world into a storm of sensations until he spilled his ecstasy onto her palm?
Before he had a chance to rethink his movements, he slid his hand under his trousers and balled it into a fist to wrap around his cock, not bothering to take his trousers off.
“It is just a cave!” …or the tale of how Tamlen got us into trouble… again. by @morganlefaye79
Rating: T
Relationships: Mahariel & Merrill & Tamlen
Tags: Young people’s shenanigans, Minor Injuries, Tamlen doesn’t listen, giant spider (mentioned)
Summary: Tamlen finds a cave, then it goes down.
Jon and his magic nerd <3 by @elfsidian
Rating: G
Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan
Tags: Fluff, Reading, Fanart
lark of my heart by @darethshirl
Rating: E
Relationships: Leliana/Morrigan
Tags: The Winter Palace, Banter, Flirting, Smut, Cunnilingus, Nipple Play, Dildos, Orgasm Delay/Denial
Summary:
“Well, well,” Morrigan drawled, and that at least was familiar. “If it isn’t the Inquisition’s little bird.”
Leliana imbued her smile with practiced blandness, though she could feel her eyes crinkling up in amusement. “Long time no see,” she said, deftly ignoring the jab in the other woman’s tone. “Though I suppose that was by design, was it not?”
“Oh, don’t take it personally.” Her eyes went half-lidded, their depths well-hidden. Another flawless mask.
“Hmm.” Leliana gave her an obvious once-over. “Nice dress, by the way.”
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At the Winter Palace, two old friends catch up.
(And bang.)
Lavellan and Her Soft Mage Boyfriend by @melisusthewee
Rating: G
Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas
Tags: Battle Couple, Art, Digital Art, Gift Art, Warrior Lavellan
Summary: What happens when you pair an ice rift mage and a two-handed reaver? Only good things.
Morning Sunlight by @silvanils
Rating: T
Relationships: Zevran Arainai/Male Surana
Tags: Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Digital Art
Summary: Neither of them dared to dream this was something they could have, but... now, they can enjoy the morning sun together.
No more Varghests you say? by @nivenor-krosis
Rating: M
Relationships: Rylen/Original Female Character (F!Lavellan)
Tags: Fanart, Partial Nudity, Elf/Human Relationship(s)
Summary: Rylen talks a lot about water and it seemed only fitting to make him see for himself what that little oasis was all about...
Not So Wicked Hearts by @kittynomsdeplume
Rating: T
Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan
Tags: The Formal Attire, Halamshiral, Fluff, Banter, Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Love Bites
Summary: Dorian, anxious over how the Inquisitor will comport himself at such an important event, helps Arthur Trevelyan prepare for the ball at the Winter Palace.
Ser Greenhorn by @melisusthewee
Rating: G
Relationships: Anders/Ser Gilmore
Tags: It’s Tough Being the New Guy, Rare Pairings, Smooching, Flirtatious Banter
Summary: "It wasn’t that he was bad at making friends. He just seemed to struggle with making these particular ones." Upon his arrival at Vigil's Keep, Ser Gilmore finds himself on the outside looking in... especially when it comes to one particular Warden.
The art of reuniting by @knuttydraws
Rating: M
Relationships: Female Amell/Cullen Rutherford
Tags: Smut, Mild Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Nudity, Art, Digital Art, Fanart
The Inexorable Tide by @kittynomsdeplume
Rating: T
Relationships: Dirthamen/Lavellan
Tags: Elvhenan, Mutual Pining, Hair Braiding, Language Barrier, Studying, Elvhen Pantheon, Romance, Memory Loss
Summary: Dirthamen has taken it upon himself to investigate an explosion that levelled one of Falon’din’s temples. His siblings are convinced the culprit is clear. A stranger — supposedly one of his supplicants — found unharmed at the epicentre of the blast. Dirthamen is not convinced — not simply because he wishes to clear his name, but because he considers himself an excellent judge of character. The more time he spends with this curious stranger however, the more fascinating her mysteries become.
The Inquisitor’s Anchor by @kittynomsdeplume
Rating: M
Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan
Tags: Fluff, Feelings, Romance, Kissing, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Sexual Content
Summary: Dorian and Jonathan lounge idly in the Inquisitor's bed as the day bleeds away into dusk, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
The most interesting part… by @dreadfutures
Rating: G
Relationships: Solas/Male Trevelyan
Tags: Fanart
The Talons by @dreadfutures
Rating: E
Relationships: Andarateia Cantori/Viago de Riva
Tags: Fanart, Nudity
Summary: How long will his restraint hold? Andarateia would like to find out.
This Mortal Coil by @rosella-writes
Rating: G
Relationships: Solo: Solas
Tags: The Fade, Fade Spirits, Anxiety Attacks
Summary: The world is heavy — Solas longs to rest.
What Pride Had Wrought by @rosella-writes
Rating: G
Relationships: Flemeth | Mythal & Solas
Tags: Elvhen Pantheon, Elvhenan, Elvhen Lore, The Fade
Summary:
Would it be safer, or more dangerous, to wind my weft into the tapestry of their futures? I cannot decide.
Mythal through the ages, with Pride at her side.
Winning the endurance game by @inquisitoracorn
Rating: E
Relationships: Zevran Arainai/Male Tabris
Tags: First Time, Sexy Sparring, First Kiss, Getting Together, Light Dom/sub, Sexual Tension, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Idiots in Love
Summary:
The two of them had been dancing around each other for a while now. Maybe ever since the beginning, perhaps, all the way back when Zevran had found himself on the wrong end of Adair’s blades. But things were a little different now from what started as a plea for his life, soon turning into something a lot more careful, and a lot more exciting. And who could blame him – after all, what in the world could be more attractive than someone defeating you in combat?
And so, Zevran had a plan.
Winter glow by @knuttydraws
Rating: G
Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas
Tags: Art, Digital Art
#beyond the veil#satinalia masquerade#gift exchange#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#dragon age fanart#fandom exchange
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The new DA4 trailer came out!!!!!! Here’s a Kiara Lavellan post-game card to celebrate!
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#the inquisitor#inquisitor lavellan#lavellan#kiara lavellan#im trying not to think about how this might be my last picture on tumblr ever....#bonesart
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First Sentence tag game
Thanks for the tag @musetta3, @cleverblackcat and @morganlefaye79
Looking at the list of my last ten published fics on AO3 and almost all of them are gift fics! Which is not a bad thing by any means, other than the fact that my long fics continue to wallow in unfinished misery 😬
Apparently I need an exchange deadline to get anything done 😅
Rule: Post the first sentence of your last 10 fics.
Captured - Dragon age: Farie Lavellan and Captain Rylen (Explicit)
They splash from the river, buoyant in each other’s arms.
2. The Inquisitor's Gift - Dragon Age: Jonathan Trevelyan and Dorian Pavus (Mature)
Dorian collapses with a heavy whoosh into the plush leather chair in his father’s office — the solid, old wood creaking in protest at such disrespect.
3. Ding Dong Desk Dick Down - Dragon Age: Kiara Trevelyan, Cullen Rutherford, Warden!Alistair (Explicit)
“Who’s ready for round two?” Alistair asks with a mischievous grin and Cullen lets out an exhausted groan.
4. I'll crawl home to her - Dragon Age: Kiara Hawke and Anders (Teen+)
Anders thumbs through the loose pages of his manifesto, the light of a single candle dancing across the parchment.
5. Nobody's Fool - Dragon Age: Arthur Trevelyan and Dorian Pavus (Teen+)
The sunlight begins to slant low and amber through the library window, and Dorian rests his book in his lap, blinking his weary eyes.
6. Excuse me, Archdemon - Dragon Age: Warden!Alistair and Elissa Cousland (General)
Alistair wakes in a cold sweat, heart hammering in his chest as remnants of his nightmare slither through his mind.
7. Working out the kinks - Mass Effect: Fem!Shepard, Garrus Vakarian, Nihlus Kryik (Explicit)
“I don't mind the recoil on the M-29 so much, I’d only ever use it at mid-range anyway,” Shepard shrugs as she leads them out of the shuttle bay, wiping the sweat from her flushed face with the end of the towel that hangs around her neck.
8. Templar Vows - Dragon Age: Cullen Rutherford, Warden!Alistair (Teen+)
Cullen leaps up the steps leading to the novitiate quarters.
9. Wounded Pride - Dragon Age: Solona Amell, Cullen Rutherford (Explicit)
Cullen steered his trusted steed, Kilead, away from the city gates of Kirkwall, and the stallion traversed the pitted earth with a smooth and steady gait.
10. Dread Wolf Guides You - Dragon Age: Ellana Lavellan and Solas (General)
Solas ambles along the path leading from their camp toward Lake Luthias.
Tagging: @sidhelives | @rosella-writes | @queenaeducan | @isk4649 | @dreadfutures | @pikapeppa | @noire-pandora | @charmcity-jess | @kemvee | @raflesia65 | @wardenari
And anyone else that wants to share!
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new addition to Solas’ mural
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Lavellan Bros: Meet Kiara
Did someone say more Lavellan Bros? Did someone say THEO HAS A KID? Welcome to more Lavellan bros, Theo has a kid and I have died. @serphena‘s Theo in this with my Taren Lavellan, and it can be read as taking place in either AU tbh.
Theo was nervous as he led Taren out into the gardens. He didn't say much in the way of explanation, and what he did say was muttered and fast. "There's someone I want you to meet" was the gist of it, the rest was apologetic and evasive. "I promise I'll explain later I just," head shaking, hand wringing nervousness, "you should meet her first."
Taren followed him, curiously straining to look ahead into the gardens, searching for this big reveal.
There were several people about, tending to the medicinal plants or relaxing in their leisure time. He spotted Cassandra, keeping close to a small dark-haired child, an uncertain smile on her face. The child giggled and poked at Cassandra's armour, and the Seeker looked mostly amused, if a little stiff.
"Kiara!" Theo called out next to him, taking a wide stance with arms outstretched. The little girl and the Seeker both looked up with relieved smiles, and then the little girl was rushing toward them, springing into Theo's arms.
"Papa!" Theo took her up in his arms. She was a tiny thing, and she didn't share his winter pale complexion and startling silver hair, but she had his face; in the nose and eyes, even the smile.
"Taren," Theo turned to him, securing the toddler into a comfortable spot on his hip, "meet my daughter, Kiara." The little girl smiled at him, and it was definitely Theo's smile now, though more dimpled and sweet - like his had been, long ago. "Kiara, this is your uncle Taren."
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"Hi, Kiara." Taren smiled, offering the girl a friendly wave. This was the last surprise he would have guessed at, but it was a great one. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Hi!" Kiara wriggled her little face toward her father's, her smile expectant. "Can we play now?"
"Papa really has to talk to uncle Taren for a minute..." Theo began to answer apologetically, setting the little girl down again on the ground. Her disappointment was evident, and Taren was standing back, grinning at the entire interaction. He bent down.
"I think it can wait, right?" He confided in the girl, who nodded, "we can play for a bit first."
Kiara grinned, and in an instant was running back into the garden's grassy clearing, demanding that they chase her.
She was surprisingly talkative, for one so young with someone so new. She insisted on piggy back rides and on being spun in the air by both of them, chattered happily about her papa, the castle, herself, and asked quick, excited questions about everything and everyone else. And Taren, delighted, obliged her requests and indulged seriously every single curiosity she had:
"Why is your face like that? Pappa has swirls on his face too but you have so many!" She reached out, touching the spiralling tattoos on his cheek with curious pointing fingers, tracing the lines with a look of wonder.
"We get them when we become adults. You know I was there when your papa got his? He didn't like getting them, that's why he doesn't have as many as me." Taren was sitting in the grass next to her now, having won the game of “catch me” and then been directed to observe a pretty flower that sprang up outside of the sectioned off herb gardens. They were dandelions, but that didn’t mean they weren’t pretty.
"I like them. They're pretty. Can I have some?" She bounced with her questions, playing with the grass as she spoke, touching his clothes or hair or whatever other little thing caught her attention.
"Maybe, when you become an adult."
A thoughtful pause. "Do you like apples? The lady gave me an apple while we waited for papa."
"Sure, I love apples." Taren answered, plucking a few dandelions and weaving them into a chain. Kiara watched, enthralled.
"Do you like red apples or yellow apples?"
"Hmm.” Taren considered the question, come to think of it, he did have a preference. “Red apples."
"I like yellow ones!" Kiara volunteered happily.
"Okay, I'll give you all my yellow apples and you give me your red ones, deal?"
"Okay!" Another thoughtful pause. "Do you know any songs? Sing one! There's a singer lady in the big building but papa says I can't go there..."
He taught her a repetitive song about ducks, and he was pretty sure he caught Theo glaring at him some minutes later while she laughed and danced about the gardens singing it on a loop.
Cassandra had slipped away when Theo had taken his daughter from her care, and she must have arranged for them to be left unbothered, because by sunset no one had come to them with any work requiring attention, and the little girl had found her way onto her father's lap, still sleepily singing about ducks.Theo gathered up the little bundle of sunkissed limbs and dark hair who was falling asleep on top of him, and brought her inside. Taren followed him up to his chambers, waiting outside for what was sure to be a very long conversation.
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"So I guess I have to stop calling you da'len." Taren said with a nudge at Theo's shoulder. They sat on the battlements just outside the door to Theo's room, while the sun dipping low behind the mountains cast the whole fortress in a soft violet glow.
Theo chuckled, and his smile was real. Peaceful. "I think you're her new favourite uncle. I'm never going to get that song out of my head, thanks to you."
"She's incredible. I can't believe you have a daughter. You!" He smiled, but there was silence for a moment, as soft rose coloured clouds drifted by overhead.
"You aren't mad, are you?" It was a silly thing for Theo to ask, but the nervousness in the question was serious enough.
"Why would I be mad?"
Theo shrugged. "Because I didn't tell you, didn't tell anyone..."
Taren frowned. "I'm not mad, Theo. But why didn't you?"
Another shrug, this one sadder. "We were going to. But after her mother... we weren't even bonded." He shook his head.
Taren sighed. The girl couldn’t have been more than four, which would have made his father only a teenager when she had been born, barely of age. As for not being bonded, well, perhaps there were some who might have cared, little as he liked to admit it, but it did hurt to think he might have been included in such fears.
"You think I'd care about that? Really? Me?" He nudged Theo again, prodding the smile back out of him.
"I just... didn't want us to be a burden." What an even sillier thing to say, but he supposed he understood it. Her birth would have coincided with the breaking of Kirkwall's Chantry; the beginning of the war between the mages and Templars. The chaos of the human world had been hard on the clans of the Free Marches. In those days they had been moving again, more frequently than ever; hunting was dangerous and food more scarce. Even Taren had taken to spending long stretches away from the clan, aiding their sister clans and gathering information when the fighting lessened the numbers of their scouts. Children born in those turbulent times did put a stress on the clan, but never anything but a welcome one. He wished he could have known then, had the chance to help.
"What happened to her? Kiara's mother?" The question had been in the back of his mind all afternoon. She was present in her daughter's skin and thick brown hair, in the colour of her eyes and the laugh that fell heavier than Theo's did, bold on such a little thing. But she was missing from Skyhold, and she was missing, as well, Taren realised now, from Theo's smile.
"She died." It wasn't a real explanation, but the weight of it was heavy. Theo looked away as Taren peered imploringly at him, telling his story to the sky. "We were traveling with some of her friends, they wanted to join the clan but... in the end, only Kiara and I made it."
"You didn't stay." It must have happened while he was away, out on some mission of his own. Why had no one told him that Theo had been back and gone again, with a child, no less? "Theo, you know we would have taken care of her, no matter what." She could have grown up with friends, family, a whole clan to look after her.
Theo shook his head. "I know." the admittance fell reluctantly, his nervousness giving way to something more apologetic. "The clan was moving again, and I had to go. I couldn't just leave her."
Taren nodded in solemn understanding. That, Theo did not have to explain. One orphan need not explain such things to another. “Tell me about what happened.” He suggested it softly, a request more than a demand. He wanted to know the full story, just as he always did, but he sensed too that it was about time that Theo told it, for his own sake.
Theo began by describing her, the short-lived and sunny love he’d found unexpectedly in his travels. He talked about how they had fallen together, become inseparable, made plans for a future she never got to see. He described some of her friends, too, the ones who had been their companions and which might have been a family, if things hadn’t turned against them so unfairly. Their deaths he got out with little detail, a quick summary of events that were violent and painful, his face twisting into a tortured grimace as he skimmed past that bit of the tale. It was a long story, full of sorrows and unfair circumstances. Some of the recollection was edged in anger, and even the threat of tears. But through it all, he returned always to Kiara, to seeing her grow and teaching her about the world as best as he could - how to be safe in it, but also how to appreciate its beauty; the names of plants and animals, badly remembered Dalish tales before she slept at night.
“And now we’re here, and it’s safe...and, it’s time I let us stay in one place for a while, I think.” He looked at Taren, straight in the eye and full of determination. “She’s not going back to the clan, understand? She stays with me.” As though he would have it any other way.
“I wouldn’t ask it even if I thought I had that power.” Taren replied, reassuring.
Theo breathed out, calmer, now that he was empty of his secrets. “You’re supposed to be the next Keeper. Isn’t it your job to send us home?”
“Da’len, you are home.”
#my writing#my fic#dragon age fanfic#dragon age inquisition fanfic#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#taren lavellan#theo lavellan#kiara lavellan#my ocs#other people's ocs#lavellan bros#familyyyyyyy#soft#also hi I teach kindergarten and I MISS KIDS
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Time to start screaming! I had a great pleasure to take part in the amazing exchange, full of immensly talented people - BTV Satinalia Masquerade 2021. I received three (3! trois! drei! tres! drie! trzy!) wonderful gifts from my equally wonderful friends, and I'm about to shove them all in your faces and make you LOVE them as much as I do :3 No more Varghests you say ? by @nivenor-krosis - a mature rated art, that includes one of my everlasting ex-templar loves - Knight Captain Rylen - and my OC, Farie Lavellan. Take me to that oasis! A Surprising Reunion by @kittynomsdeplume - explicit smut from the smutz queen of my heart 😂 Incredibly hot Cullen Rutherford/Alistair Theirin/Female Trevelyan fic. See what happens when Kiara Trevelyan gets two hot ex-templars for the price of one. Did you? by @morganlefaye79 - wonderful short story exploring my very random fixation - a letter from Peaches, that Carver Hawke receives in the Act 1 of the DAII. Heartwarming take on the Hawke/Carver dynamic, with a variety of emotions mixed in. Accompanied by beautiful banner and art!
Go and show them all the love they deserve, people. And what do you mean i need to wait a YEAR for the next one!!
#dragon age#BTV#btv satinalia masquerade 2021#btv shenanigans#look how talented my friends are#im not worthy
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My part of a trade with @serphena featuring Theo and Kiara (and Dorian making questionable decisions)...
Relationships: Dorian Pavus & Varric Tethras, Male Inquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast Summary: Dorian has a brilliant plan to finally get to the bottom of what's going on between Inquisitor Theo Lavellan and Cassandra Pentagast. Nothing could *possibly* go wrong!
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Origins: Epilogue promises that Alistair never left my Mahariel’s side except to go to Duncan’s village to leave a memorial.
Me: Awww Sweet - we go into the Deep Roads together when the time comes.
Inquisition: She’s no where to be found and he’s hanging out with Hawke....
Dragon Age 2: Varric tells us that Fenris stays with my FemHawke, “of course.’
Me: Awww Sweet - We live happily ever after...
Inquisition: Not so much. Fenris is nowhere to be found. Hawke is hanging out with Alistair...
Inquisition: Epilogue explains how the new and improved Thom Rainier and my Lavellan are roaming Thedas helping people and redeeming prisoners.
Me: Fuck it. I’m just locking him in the log cabin we built in the Hinterlands. I’m not letting this one out of my sight.....Maybe I should just tie him to the bed......
#Dragon Age#Alistair#fenris#Blackwall#Thom Rainier#LI angst#Kiara Mahariel#Jerrika Hawke#Venaria Lavellan
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