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Some Zevran doodles
Also him and his tall girlfriend
"You need to leave, at once." "Do you have any idea who I am?"
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I'm a little late for Dragon Age Day, but it's always time to celebrate (and mod, and replay) this janky old game in my heart. First time I've ever done a screenshot redraw, though! I'm pretty well pleased with how it turned out. :D
I like filigree but I don't really understand filigree
Reference screenshot:
comtinue think about my future rook (she is from rivain). don't know how the game allow us to roleplay but i see her like a relaxed, charming and greedy person (both my tabris and lavellan are serious and introvert ones) like my hawke but without dead family issues
Two orlesian elven kids having some happy time.
So I drew my ocs Almael (white haired kid) and Tamril (brown haired one) during their childhood. They were best friends and grew up together. After Almael’s magic manifested at age of 9, he was sent to the circle of Montsimmard. After long time not seeing each other’s, they meet again (mostly by chance) in adulthood. At this time, Almael became a Mage working for the Inquisition (which allied with Mages), while Tamril became a secret Agent of Fen’harel.
City Elf Week Appreciation Week - Day 5!
Please remember to tag @cityelfweek or use the tag #cityelfweek24 so your works can be reblogged! Today's optional prompt is alienage - but anything that's focused on city elves is welcome, new and old!
Keeping your head down is the best way to achieve the next-best thing to safety in the Kirkwall alienage. Some neighbors are better at it than others, and sometimes, an elf will need a little extra help to keep attention off her.
(AKA. Assorted members of the Kirkwall alienage do their best to not put their resident Dalish neighbor in harm's way. 845 words.)
i've been a bit busy these past few weeks, but i can finally write again and have churned out a late quick little kirkwall-centric piece for @cityelfweek 's community prompt! i've a small handful of other projects bubbling in the doc, so hopefully i'll manage 2 or 3 more before the event is run ^_^
Day 4: Tradition
Written for @cityelfweek day 4! For anyone who knows my other OCs: Margery and Ghilad are the parents of my Agent of Fen'Harel OC, Bruno. They both lived in the Denerim Alienage until the events of DA:O.
When Margery was a child, she had thought pregnancy a game. She had watched her mother’s belly swell with life, and gift her a baby brother. A little friend for life.
Now that it is her turn, she understands why her mother had so often looked like she had swallowed a lemon. As if the trials on the body are not enough, the tests of one’s patience will surely wear one down.
She muses this to herself as she sits outside the cemetery, hand resting idly on her stomach, thumb stroking up and down when something kicks inside. How strange it feels, to reach for another while feeling the brush of her own skin over her skirt. She turns the thought over itself, making it last longer than it had any right to, and wishing she had brought something to do with her hands while she waits.
At some point, when a shadow falls over her, she almost mistakes it for the tiring sun, until it speaks with her husband’s voice: “You’re still here?”
Margery’s head snaps up. “‘Course I’m still here,” she says, a little cross. “If I cannit be in there with you, the least I can do is be out here.”
Ghilad’s smile is both sympathetic and affectionate, face almost forgetting the red rings around his eyes. “You know I would have you by my side, but—”
“Aye, I know.” She waves off his explanation, heaving a sigh through her lungs. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Death must feel like a faraway thing to an expecting mother, lest she invite it upon herself and the child. Tradition does not dictate how she can feel about the matter, however.
“How were your parents?” she asks, voice now as gentle as the hand that soothed her unborn child.
“Still together.” He lets out a strained chuckle. She had never seen the gravestones, but she could picture them, ashes interred in the graveyard alongside their neighbours. When the soil has settled, they’ll need to mind the earth that keeps them. Once the bairn has come, of course. Her late mother-in-law would not abide weeds, even in death. “I cleaned the gravestones, spoke to them about our girl.”
“Your girl?” Margery scoffs. “You know, Mhairi reckons it’ll be a boy. She told me you’d be getting fatter if we were having a girl.”
“Wh- I don’t see what I have to do with it.”
“At least half as much as me, if I recall.” She reaches for him with both hands, kissing them when he offers her his. “It’ll be what it’ll be. Nowt we can do about it now. We’ll love it the same.”
“That we will.” Ghilad squeezes his fingers around hers, skin warm like sunlight. “Shall we head home for tea?”
“I’ll need a little help, first,” she says, tugging expectantly at him. Margery grunts as he hoists her up. She keeps one hand tethered to his, fingers interlocking as they turn their backs on the great gate overlooking the cemetery.
City Elf Appreciation Week- Day 3- Community
Day 3 - Community for @cityelfweek
- Close-knit family, or claustrophobic little box?
I had the idea of Merril being accepted by the alienage...or at least the kids... and this is what come out... lol
Merril’s strings hung about the Vhenadahl, the children of the alienage's new past time when she was lost. She smiled up at the tree, the knotted bits hopelessly tangled about it’s branched fingers.
‘Miss Merril! MISS MERRIL!” A cacophony of children's voices called out, each young ones hands full with wads of twine, different colors and weights. Adults going about their duties glance and shake their heads. Their kids' antics with the Wild One are none of their business if no harm comes their way.
‘Hullo, children! I seem to be lost! Could you all help me find my way back to my house?” She crouched to the level of the closet, a young freckled girl. She smiled warmly, accepting the twine she handed her.
“This way Miss Merril! This way! The young girl grabbed her hands and all the children began tugging her back through the alleys towards her home and hearth.
“Do you have any stories for us, Miss Merril?”
“Is Mr. Sparkles coming again?”
Giggling, Merril let them lead her, their questions and smiles warming her heart and making her think of the Clan she lost.
“Now, don’t go letting Fenris hear you call him that, Thomas, he might get extra sparkly.” She ruffled Thomas’ red curls.
“But he does sparkle! Specially when the shems get surly with yah, Miss Merril!”
“Everyone gets surly with her. Thom”
“That’s cuz she’s one of us now! Them shems just don’t get it!” Huffed one of the older kids, her name at the tip of MErril’s tongue.
A looming shadow caused the children to abruptly stop. “She’s one of you lots, now, ey?”
Merril tilted her head back and smiled. The children all quickly turning to stare up at the newcomer.
“Of course! Mr. Sparkles!”
Glare
“-er, Mr. Fenris, sir.” Thomas scuffed his toes in the dirt. “Here, you can help her find the rest of the way home.“ He tossed the string in his hands at the scary elf and ran, laughing as the other children did the same, the voices echoing down the alley.
Merril turned, covering her grin with a hand. Fenris stood there, face impassive, tangled in a rainbow of threads.
“Hullo, Mr. Sparkles, I think I can find my the rest of the way myself…” She tilted back on her heels, mirth in her eyes.
I don't know what happened but I fell into the Evka/Antoine pit overnight after rereading parts of Tevinter Nights, and there's only a handful of things when I search for them so I'm adding to that pile myself!!
They've appeared multiple times in short stories and even the comics so I'm just waiting for DA4 stuff like "👀". Bioware pls give us the cute Wardens (preferably alive and well shjhfg but I'm expecting them to hurt me emotionally anyway bc this is DA after all, and there's been so much foreshadowing ;;v;;)
(Lineart below)
i know bros had no money for a portrait but please let the tabris finally be happy,,,
hey! not sure if you know, but the post you reblogged here actually features a Mahariel/Zevran ship, not a Tabris (:
https://cityelfweek.tumblr.com/post/758267465653452800/how-about-pulling-them-closer-into-their-arms
oh whoops!! i got them mixed up! thanks for letting me know :)
How about 'pulling them closer into their arms' for whoever you want to feel somft about??
Okay yeah, here’s some tent snuggles for Rhiannon and Zevran. 💚
I could warm your bed.
“Not like that, Zev,” she told him.
“What better way is there?” asked the son of a whore, raised by whores.
Rhiannon thought of his mother — who had never gotten to hold her son, to teach him another kind of touch. The others had tried, she was sure, but there was only so much they could have done. And then the Crows came.
So she pulled his hands away from her hips and looped his arm around her waist instead.
He was only slightly shorter and smaller than she, but she still pulled him close as if he weighed next to nothing. His body was tense, only for a moment, then relaxed as she settled his head on her shoulder and put her nose to his scalp. All his tight muscle, rope-firm under his skin, became soft and softer still as she began to play with his long, soft hair.
What was absentminded for her was revolutionary for him. He didn’t seem to know what to do — it was only when she cuffed his wrist again and pulled it around to her back that he finally let his arm drape over her waist. He seemed like he was holding his breath, but then she scratched at a spot at the nape of his neck and he let out a huff of air beneath her ear.
“There you are, love,” she murmured, so quietly she could barely even hear herself.
He pulled back, but his body wasn’t tense — she turned to look down at him, just to find him looking at her with a soft expression in those amber eyes. It was completely unlike when he wanted to kiss her, or tried to turn on the charm. He blinked slowly, hummed as she continued to rub gently at his scalp, then let his eyes droop shut.
Rhiannon lost track of time. The glow of the fire past the canvas wall of their tent dimmed, and dimmed, then was gone. Only blue light remained to cast shadows on Zevran’s relaxed face and highlight each of his long, pale lashes. She lost herself in touching him — smoothing wrinkles from his forehead with the flat of her thumb, pressing the tips of her fingers into the tight, stressed muscles of his shoulders and neck, scratching her nails down his back, over his shirt, to soothe instead of rile up. At some point he began breathing out happy little hums of pleasure at the touch.
By the time she’d nearly drifted off, Zevran had fully relaxed, with his legs entangled with hers and his hand tucked beneath the hem of her shirt to rest against the warmth of her back. She sleepily pulled back again and looked at him, just to find him watching her from beneath nearly-shut lids.
“What?” she chuckled, then touched her nose to his.
He didn’t respond with words — instead, he smiled, then kissed her. Not on the mouth, despite her lips being so near, but on her cheek, then her chin. Then he tucked his face into the curve of her neck and pressed one last, chaste kiss to her throat before humming a contented sigh.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“And I you,” he murmured, “my Grey Warden.”
A helpful list of city elves :)
[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 🖤
![in a Welsh celtic-looking font the following is written: first line: Yn y ty [sic] hwn y ganwyd Kallian Tabris arwr Ferelden a'r Estronle.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/af042b23ed9994a4f91bd7ce999e7219/7d1c9b718b0a5cdf-36/s500x750/efebf4e1f02c4894497dd0f1de39d21497dda640.jpg)
some little dragon age doodles and words from these prompts :3
left is kallian and alistair's handprints, middle is the intended wedding party favour for kall's wedding to nelaros (little pots of tea, entirely made by cyrion), and right is welsh and translates to "in this house kallian tabris was born, hero of ferelden and the alienage".
✨Shianni ✨
A portrait voted by my patrons this month! The theme was non companion elves :D
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
