#oc: Faelon

[daedrabait]

[debaited]

Faelon waking up from enthrallment

[reignsartarchive]

Watch your head~

[moonchemistry]

completing the trifecta

the cast of grr rawr discovers the worth of money

ocs belong to me, @priimariina, @sleepy-faelon, and @not-a-tomato

[sassywitchdraws]

(Warning: Flashing Image, Blood)

Rogues and their shady histories...

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✨Reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

[thenerdcommander]

[a-40k-dad-showcase]

I gave my very first Farseer another update.

V3.0 now

I think this guy is now good enough to be my OC, Faelon Dirhael, who came into Prince Tarron Anastari’s service during the events of The Great Rift, first as an adviser representing the Archseer, then as a loyal bodyguard and finally, as a friend.

[solarscience]

✌️ pride day 27

oc on the left belongs to @dariingduo

oc on the right belongs to @sleepy-faelon

[sansthepacifist-art]

Expressions Meme! (In love)

Oc - Rania ( @sleepy-faelon )

[soulventure91]

how about 'on' + 'fake' for dir?

more oc asks!

on: what’s the greatest challenge your OC has overcome? how do they feel about it? Probably the greatest challenge Diric's handled so far is the strike against the mindflayer nest and elder brain that enthralled him for seventy years as far as he knows, anyway, there's some possibilities in the DM's purview if they hit. He's very proud of that for several reasons: it meant pushing down all the fear and trauma he has tied to illithids, resisting the whispers of the hive in his head, and ultimately fully unlocking and mastering his psionic abilities. However, there were definitely downturns: he had multiple breakdowns and whiplash reactions that required the party to herd Diric along until he came out of a catatonic spell, and Laszlo being killed and puppeted by an intellect devourer nearly spelled a final death for Diric. Those things, on top of returning to find Blackthorn under a civil war, really prevented Diric from fully integrating the good of that victory.

fake: has your OC ever been lied to? what was the lie? how has it affected them? HM. I think the closest thing to a lie that Diric's lived with because he didn't know better was the identity of his father and said father's actual relationship to his mother. He believed for the greatest part of his life that he was a (legal) bastard, a secret to be hidden from society because his mother didn't want her standing to be dented by the fact she had a mixed-blood child with some random human he assumed had some standing in Faelon. His belief in that omission fed his attitudes towards nobility and authority figures, created his unspoken need to prove himself worthy of existence and recognition, and sparked his joining the army but, being half-Drow, being assigned to the unit with the most outcasts. Alyrinda telling him who his father really was - a chieftain of men in the mountains near his home city, respected and honored - and that they married both for political advantage and love, making him a wanted child... Diric still hasn't fully come to terms with that, thinking at some point when the party weren't running around patching problems he could go find his father's people and learn more. Timing and now being fully Drow have made him tacitly strike that possibility entirely: probably none of his father's people would believe him if he found them and said he was the son of their long-dead king.

[daedrabait]

Actually, you know what? @argisthebulwark has inspired me to post a snippet of the last Mercer x Faelon wip I was working on in honor of Skyrim day

Maybe this will give me the inspo I need to continue writing

nsfw and strong language below the cut

"I want to see the vault," Faelon declared as he and Mercer brushed up against each other in the back of the Ragged Flagon. No one was around, but his partner shushed him with a hiss nonetheless.

"What?" The Breton looked up at him with gleaming grey-blue eyes, the flickering candlelight catching them just so. Pretty.

"I said," Faelon started with a grin, "I want to see the vault, Guildmaster. Do you have a problem with that?"

Mercer scoffed, glaring at the elf, his voice lowered into an agitated whisper. "Why? It's empty, anyway. I've moved everything into a safe spot, and the bits you've brought in go straight into our pockets."

Our pockets. He meant his and Faelon's own. The Bosmer traced the rim of his half-full flagon with a pointed, growing nail. Mercer watched him. Faelon knew the Breton was fond of his nails. Maybe it had been part of why he had been letting them grow and had started to file them into points. They left the most lovely scrapes and divets upon Mercer's pale skin.

"Fine. Then I want to see your horde."

"Horde?" The Guildmaster scowled at him, an arched, grey brow raised.

"Don't play coy, dear Mercer. I know you have one. You probably go in there and stroke yourself raw upon all the riches you've extorted from this guild."

The mental image was mouth-watering. Mercer wearing layers of jewelry as he laid upon a pile of gemstones and septims, his pale skin flushed pink as he took his cock in hand. Faelon felt himself start to stiffen beneath his leathers.

Mercer's cheeks pinkened as he pulled his lips back into a snarl. "You're disgusting."

"You're blushing, sweetheart," Faelon hummed as he brushed a hand over the Breton's cheek, his tone light and mocking, "I'm not hearing any denials."

"I'll bet you have a mirror that you watch yourself in. You get naked, put on the prettiest bits of jewelry and swirl around a jeweled goblet of that wine you like so much while you touch yourself," he continued, relishing the image in his mind.

Mercer hissed and shoved his shoulder, causing the Bosmer's back to connect with the nearby stone wall and to spill the ale he was holding. To Faelon's delight, the flush staining his cheeks had darkened and expanded.

"Shut your filthy fucking mouth," Mercer snapped, breathing hard. His eyes were black and lidded as he glared at Faelon.

Purely upon impulse, Faelon grabbed the Breton by his leathers and crashed their lips together. Mercer pressed into the kiss eagerly, swiping his tongue over Faelon's pierced bottom lip. He hummed in pleasure, the noise earning him a firm grip upon the loose hair at his neck.

[debaited]

My friend @helgship drew Faelon for me so I decided this beautiful rendition of him belongs on this blog <3

[magioffire]

6 + 15 sfw ship meme

shipping questions (sfw edition) ; accepting

do you have any ship bias when it comes to your muse?

UHHH I MIGHT BE MISUNDERSTANDING THIS but im always going to be biased for enemies to lovers/enemies to friends ships and rivalmances. they are my faves. theres a lot of chances for conflict and character development and some very spicy moments. i really love it. plus vali is a....polarizing person, so its not super hard for me to find ships that fall into that category.

whats your otp when it comes to your muse?

idk man...if youre talking about what ships are considered 'canon' in vali's story, that would be batu/vali and faelon/vali, but while i ship them, im not sure i would consider them my otp....i used to have otps for vali where i shipped him with other characters (usually canons. i used to ship vali with fen/ris from dr/agon age hard af back when vali was a dr/agon age oc and i was you know, super into da) REALLY hard but over time and losing interest in those fandoms i dont really consider them my like ONE TRUE PAIRING anymore. i guess the otp spot is vacant rn and waiting to be filled. will anyone rise to the task....

[moonchemistry]

finally got a sequel to this one @grr-rawr-heroes

ocs belong to me, @priimariina and @sleepy-faelon

[yes-this-is-sam]

So my OCs and their chosen life partners all seem to have incredible height differences so far.

Sam is 5'8 and Rex is 7'1

Jirr is 7'5 and Astra is 6'3

But

Really topping the record

Ecetia is 5'3 and Faelon is 7'2.

[thenerdcommander]

I’m love my tiny merc babies