#morrigan x tabris

[katsitsiyo]

I think it’s a goddamn shame that I cannot romance Morrigan as a female city Elf in Dragon Age: Origins. 2009 BioWare were cowards and didn’t think that maybe I would want to get my hot witch wife pregnant with our Old God tainted baby. 😤😤

That doesn’t stop me from making a whole HC around them, or from commissioning art of them. 🥹🥹

Here’s Morrigan and my Warrior City Elf Grey Warden/Hero of Ferelden Yenatiyóhste. They’re in love. 🥰🥰 Lovely art commissioned from the splendid @tramweye (tysm! 🥰)

[crawfish-kneecaps]

Been missing the wife

[resolart]

happy pride i am once again promoting the bi morrigan agenda 😭🙏🏼💕

[translucentdragons]

My (current canon) Dragon Age OCs as parents:

Adansser Tabris: Adansser encourages exploration, learning by doing and knowing damn well to refer to Morrigan in anything magic-related. He learns Morrigan's routine until he can predict it, he learns Kieran's routine the same. He tells stories, plays and imagines with Kieran as he grows up. He never thought he'd have a child, so he's grateful. The only time he goes against protocol is when he introduces Kieran to his own father Cyrion, and his cousin Shianni. Luckily, Morrigan wasn't too upset.

Eris Hawke: Eris is scared. She's lived a life on the run and continues to do so. Moreover, the life life she's been leading has been death around every corner - more specifically death of family. If a child would come to be, it would be by accident and she'd have to be encouraged into keeping it. However, when the child is born she would treat them with the utmost care. Worrying that any undue poke or similar would ruin the precious life she's accidentally created. I am not entirely sure that Eris and Fenris would end up with a child, though.

Eth Lavellan: Eth has been supposed to carry on the Lavellan lineage, he is one of the clan's elite hunters. Due to this, he'd likely approach raising a child like he was - training. Since the child is likely adopted too, he would get right into it. Archery-training, hunting, trapping, survival... until Dorian would show him other ways. Show him the type of parents they both deserved growing up and Eth would try his best to be that parent instead.

Dirthera Mercar: Dirthera would be so. Damn. Excited. She'd begin nesting at the first signs of viable pregnancy, she'd get her hands on any existing research. She'd read to her bump, try her hand at piano and anything else. Then, the little bundle would arrive... and all that would likely fall apart. She'd get anxious and stressed while actively trying not to be, she'd second-guess every parenting decision she makes, made and will make. She'd cry at every little milestone and most definitely attempt to let her child live freely (maybe too freely). Luckily, Lucanis can weigh in, help a lot and more than likely calm Dirthera's harried mind when needed.

[bumblewarden]

When Tabris's son with Morrigan studies shapeshifting magic and learns how to shift into a cat form

[drathe]

Just some morrigan wip because I like how she’s turning out

[v-arbellanaris]

no one tagged me btw i just did this myself but. oc kiss from this picrew for my da ocs. im obsessed... more info under the tag

evadne/leliana | evadne/morrigan | faris/tamlen

kal/alistair | kal/zevran | kal/loghain

aedan/morrigan | aedan/leliana | aedan/anora

anders/miranda | rowan/fenris

lysander/anders | amalia/isabela | joan/sebastian

muna/merrill | muna/anders

isra/cullen | isra/mahanon

solas/marya | iskandar/cassandra

iskandar/solas | iskandar/jurian ( @dellamortethelesser's amell oc )

hala/lucanis | roisin/emmrich

roisin/neve | roisin/davrin

[loony-lupus]

I was careless with my tags, so I will post this old stuff again.

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used this picrew for my first characters and their romances

Krishnuu Tabris x Zevran Arainai 

Amant Hawke x Anders

Ashaad Adaar x Iron Bull

and my 2nd inquisitor and his warden-predecessor :D

Duran Aeducan x Morrigan

Pylor Cadash x Dorian Pavus

[lottiesnotebook]

Hiii and happy Friday! How about "Sweetheart? Darling? Light of my life? What the *fuck*?" for Luna/Morrigan? ☺️

Oh you understand their vibe PERFECTLY! Here's some post-canon domestic fluff, featuring baby Kieran and only a little bit of angst.

(Compatible with The Kick Inside but you only really need to know that Kieran has two mums)

Luna Tabris/Morrigan, domestic fluff, parenting

@celemee | @dadrunkwriting

care and feeding of infant gods

Morrigan worried, at first, about leaving Luna alone with Connor. Not because she was at all irresponsible - she was far more versed in attending to the needs of infants than Morrigan had ever been - but because she could never quite make herself believe that after everything they'd both been through, Luna Tabris, Hero of Ferelden, the darling of the Denerim alienage, had chosen to chase her through an eluvian rather than live without her. It still surprised her, sometimes, to wake in the morning and find Luna still curled around her like a dragon around her hoard, Kieran nestled between them and making cheerful infant noises.

But even now, there was still something wild in her nature, and while she could enjoy the home her lover made of their camps in the Crossroads, after too long, she felt almost constrained by the quiet, the soft ribbons of domesticity braiding into a leash or stiffening into a cage. At times like that, when she became wild-eyed and snappish, paced the camp as though it was a cell, Luna would miraculously recall some ruins she'd mentioned wanting to visit, or a glyph she'd seen on a stone the previous day, and chase her out to attend to it while she remained at camp with their growing boy, 'making up for lost time', as she put it.

The mention of that time lost was more than enough to chase her out of the camp, even without her restlessness. She did not like to think of such things, of Luna's hollow-eyed features, of how she'd refused to set the child down for weeks after they'd been reunited. Now she was as Morrigan remembered, sharp and witty and growing plump from good eating despite the strangeness of their travels, but then… she did not like to think of then. To think of then gave her such pointless emotions as guilt, and worry that one day, her sweet Seluna might perform a similar trick on her - that she'd return to their camp to find no lover and no child, and a cold trail to follow into the dark. It had not happened so far, and to fret over something she could not easily prevent was pointless, and yet… Trust had never come easily to her, and worry quickened her steps back to the camp today.

They'd bedded down in a ruined hall that boasted a roof held up by tall, vaulting columns, and it was a relief when she stepped into its shadows to see Luna's silvery hair caught in a beam of light from above. Less of a relief when Luna caught a glimpse of her and placed her hands on her hips.

"Sweetheart," she called, which was not on its own ominous, "darling," two endearments, definitely bad news, "light of my life-" a part of her considered fade-stepping out of the hall to avoid whatever trouble she was suddenly in. "What the fuck?"

"Luna," she greeted her in turn, taking her hands both out of affection and to prevent them going to her knives. "What troubles you? Where is Kieran."

"No," Luna said, firmly, "I asked first. What the fuck, Morrigan?"

She pulled a hand away to gesture to the blanket she usually laid out for Kieran to play on during the day, where he would lie on his stomach and scrabble amusingly for toys she laid out to entice him.

Currently, there was no long-limbed almost-toddler kicking his feet impatiently on the blanket. Currently there was, in fact, the roundest, fattest bearcub she had ever seen, making wobbly attempts at approaching them.

Morrigan began to laugh, then crouched to scoop him into her arms. "My, you are precocious, aren't you?" she cooed. He was far heavier like this than he was as a mortal infant, which was unsurprising, but she took great delight in his thick, soft fur, the solid layer of shield-fat beneath it. She worried, sometimes, that for all his long limbs, he did not put on weight as a baby animal should, but clearly this was not a problem.

"Precocious?" Luna folded her arms. "You expected this?"

"Not this early," she replied, feeling him nestle into her shoulder. "Young mages usually do not come into their power before they can talk, but of course, a child with the soul of a god might come into them early."

"Can he turn back?" she demanded.

"Of course!" Morrigan rolled her eyes. "I cannot hold a bear's form after I fall asleep, and he is an infant. He will revert to his usual state before long, you need not fret."

"Fretting," Luna muttered, leaning in to scratch his perfect little ears. "I'll show you fretting. You're not the one who has to try and feed him later."

Her laughter rang through the hall, joined by the soft chuffs of a baby bear, until Luna silenced it with a begrudging kiss.

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

edddd happy dadwc :3 i come for the beloved shaesa/alistair + ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together    

hehehehehe okay so I had a LOT of fun with this one. Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did XD for @dadrunkwriting

Rating G: Slice of Life, Comedy, ~500 words

A Perilous Place for a Nap | By Exalted_Dawn

“Do you think we should wake them?” 

It was Zevran’s voice, curling and playful like a cat’s tail. The tone he uses when he knows he’s going to get in trouble for something, but finds the situation too amusing to care. 

“No, no. It is kinder to let them rest.” That was Leliana who was talking this time, and though she did not sound nearly so shit-eating, the slightest chuckle punctuated the end of the suggestion, like a dash of honey thrown into tea to make the swallowing less bitter. 

Groaning, Shaesa murmured a question. Or at least she tried to. But instead of an answer, she was met with swift-hushed silence. Blearily, she tried to fight the shackles of half-sleep and force her eyes open, but a gentle back and forth sway kept her just on the edge of waking and sleep. Too lulled for stirring. 

“Are you quite certain? Their situation looks rather… precarious.” Zevran again. 

“I for one would love to see them fall into the mud,” Morrigan hummed, somewhere nebulous ahead of her. Them…?

“True,” Zevran conceded. “But think of how much funnier it would be if one of them woke up right now. Alistair would be red as an Orlesian in Antiva.” 

Ohgren made a gravelly sort of chuckle, the sound of it somewhere behind her. “Heh, but do ya think Shae will punch him fer all the drool he’s getting on her face?”

What? Drool?

Shaesa tried stirring awake again, this time managing to scrunch her face and as she tried to turn her head away from the sunlight, she did indeed feel something cold and wet against her cheek. She also felt the rasp of something rough and scratchy, like a brick on skin. 

Whatever it was, she felt it lurch against her again before pulling away entirely, causing her head to fall sharply forward in the absence of any support. Shaesa reeled, her eyes snapping open as she wobbled in her saddle. “Fuck-” And then slipped sideways from it entirely. 

There was another silence this time, far more pregnant than the first as Shaesa stared dumbly up at the world above where she lay in the rain-mottled earth. Almost everyone had stopped to stare at her: Leliana, Zevran, Oghren, and Wynne all blatantly biting back laughter in their own ways– behind a hand, a turned face, or a broad grin. Morrigan feigned disinterest from the head of the riding column, and Sten behind her was actually disinterested as he continued on past her, riding his large, buckskin dun draft horse. And then there was Alistair, immediately above her staring down from his own mare, squinting at her through sleep-crusted eyes. A damning stripe of drool ran down one side of his chin, mysteriously stemmed right around where it had pressed against her own face. 

He frowned. “...Shaesa…? Why are you on the floor?”

And before she could even begin to answer, the spell-bound silence was broken by a crow-like cackle. Head thrown back, Zevran began to laugh.

[starlightchocolatecookie]

Morrigan and Layenne banter! Hope it makes you smile :)

[gobs-archive]

Part 4 out of 4 for a test I'm doing

Remember to reblog and be respectful!

Alistair

Leliana

Zevran

[ambrosykim]

ill be honest im having the time of my life lezzing out in origins lmao

[supoctosss]

I FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER 10 I SWEAR AFTER THIS IT'LL BE BACK TO A NORMALISH SCHEDULE

The Hero of Ferelden

[cherishedboxart]

Armas wears Morrigan's ring on his middle finger as a joke. Secretly she thinks it is funny