#taelan lavellan

[neonteeth]

[ID: Digital drawing of an elven man with brown skin and short, curly brown hair leaning his shoulder against a post, holding the upper part of a bow. He is looking toward the viewer with a slight smirk and on his face is Dirthamen's vallaslin in faded white. He is dressed in simple leather armor, half lit by sun light coming from his right side while his left is in shadow, as is the blurred wall behind him. End ID.]

Taelan for @oxygenforthewicked 🖤

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

ED okay how about "do that again. that was cute." for Taelan/Ghilen?

SASSY ROGUE AND FLUSTERED FARM BOY SPICE BE UPON YE! HI-YAH!

@dadrunkwriting

Rated M: Pre-Smut making out. Definitely some explicit undertones (they're barely undertones) but technically all they're doing is making out. 355 words

Again, For Me | By Exalted_Dawn

Breath fanned like a summer-set heat wave against his neck, pushing up and through the strands of hair that rested at his nape. It stirred his curls, tickling his skin and amassing goosebumps. A laugh, steeped heavy in desire. The sound of it alone was enough to ruin him– something they both knew. He had to know, or else he would not do it so much.

There was another low chuckle, and lips were pressed a bit higher up the column of his throat in chase of his flush. Tae sucked softly at the spot, teasing at it with his teeth. His-

Ghilen squirmed in Tae’s lap, biting down on his own voice. If he could grip Tae’s arm any tighter, he would, if only to stall his hands from further rucking up his shirt and palming at his skin. Every touch was a hammer blow to his composure. They couldn’t keep this up.

“None of that, now,” Tae chided lightly, still spoiling his neck with attention. “The sound you made before– do that again. It was cute.” Creators, it wasn’t fair. Taelan was so composed, and yet he-

Taelan bit down and sucked again, harder this time. Divorced from choice, a sharp gasp– the whisper of a whine– tore from his lips. Forget staying quiet. It was becoming hard to breathe. 

“S-Someone will hear us,” he complained, though he wasn’t really sure if it came across like that. Not with the way Tae’s grip tightened around him. Not with the pressure of something stiff pressing against his back. 

“Good for them.” Taelan mouthed upwards, taking an earlobe between his teeth with all the careful precision of an artist. Ironic, considering. Ghilen could feel as Tae’s tongue flicked against his metal stud, tracing it. Gods-! “... I want to hear you. The way you moan is addicting.” 

Fuck. Fuck.

“Taeeee…” He groaned, his hips bucking upwards. Sathan.“Very good.” Tae’s voice dropped an octave, his own hips canting to rut against his back. “One more for me, ma’av’in,” he urged. His hands dipped lower. Ghilen bucked once more. Tae’s smirk was tangible. “Beg for me again.”

[drunken-drengr]

commission for @oxygenforthewicked of sera and her taelan hanging out

[crossdressingdeath]

Inquisitors who hate Anders for blowing up the Chantry? Overplayed. Taelan follows him around starry-eyed at every opportunity. He actually somehow managed to get a signed copy of Anders's manifesto and this is quite possibly one of the best things that's ever happened to him. Hawke and Tahel find this hilarious but also delightful. Anders is Befuddled but flattered.

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@oxygenforthewicked @rozhevisny

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✏ My OC Taelan, maybe? 👉👈

Oh absolutely!

I hope you like aaa ;u;

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Sketch of bloodborne + dragon age like Francois has white hair just like Maria and the doll so yeah XD with Taelan Lavellan

Taelan credit to @oxygenforthewicked

[neonteeth]

[ID: Digital drawing of Dorian Pavus and Taelan, an elven man with brown skin and brown curly hair, embracing- Dorian's hand on Taelan's neck and jaw while Taelan has a hand on Dorian's bicep. Dorian's hair is long and his beard has grown as he appears post Trespasser. Taelan is dressed in green fabric and brown leather traveling gear with a bow and quiver filled with arrows slung over his shoulder. There is warm sunlight shining on them and the background is a Tevinter room with white columns, a tiled floor, and a tripe of tile on a dark wall depicting two snakes tangling with one another all while it overlooks the sea and a city. End ID.]

Taelan & Dorian for @oxygenforthewicked 🖤

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Happy Fridayyyyy~ For DADWC, I would love "remind me why we’re friends again?" and/or "what would you do without me, huh?" for Talenna & Taelan 🥺

Did a little bit of both of them, but largely went for 'What would you do without me?' :333 Enjoy some Omi Tae and Mama Tal having some soft downtime after the events of Inquisition. for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Fluff, Slice of Life, ~650 words

A Shame | By Exalted_Dawn

“What would you do without me, huh?” 

Instead of Taelan’s usual, cock-sure tones, the question was spoken in a fire-warmed whisper way. Quiet. Gentle. Hanehn, bundled up to the chin in a dark blue wrap, bounced lightly in his arms. Her face was a mess of dried mucus and tears, crusted now around the eyes and nose as she rested soundly. A small blessing. 

Talenna did her best to stifle her laugh from where she sat propped up not much farther away. Salean also rested asleep against her chest, small fists curled tight in her tunic. Luckily, she had not been woken by her sister’s crying. 

“My thanks, oh great taronen’eolaselan,” she murmured, speaking low in her chest. Idly, she brushed a curl of dark hair from her babe’s face, not wanting it to tickle her to waking. “I’m sure, were he awake, Saeris would also be grateful for your help.” 

A small smile twitched to his lips, a laugh, but Taelan’s eyes did not lift once from the child in his arms. “Yeah, well, he can thank me once he’s better. Between him and da’Tal here, I’d much prefer to deal with this one. Far less annoying to deal with than Saer when he’s sick. Last thing I want is him to drag his ass out of bed again.” 

She supposed she could not help but agree with that. It had taken twice as much effort to keep Saer from leaving his furs as it had to put either of the twins down to sleep. In truth, when Hanehn had started crying, she worried more that it would wake Saeris. He had been insistent on going to visit the halla at least once today, and it was only after Talenna had stolen all his clothes and thrown them beyond the aravel that he finally relented to rest. 

Good incentive to keep him inside, at least, and also an unintentional lure to Tae’s attention as he had been passing by. The bundle of clothes now sat by her feet, and Taelan had long settled in to keep her company and keep Saer in bed.

Now though, he lingered, even when he didn’t have to. 

Unable to hide it, the grin she wore continued to linger long before it should have as she watched. “You know… for someone who claims they are not cut out for this sort of thing, you make for a good omi, Tae.” 

There was hardly a change on his face as he shot back, “Can’t help that I am naturally talented.” But even as he murmured it, she saw the slightest flicker in his gaze. A flash of the eye, as he had quickly peered up at her before looking away once more. 

The look was one far too soft and bashful to match his tone.

Talenna scoffed anyway. “Creators, why am I even friends with you? I forget.”

“I am also cursed to be naturally likable.” 

“Well if it is such a curse, I would not mind taking Hanehn back from you. I would hate to burden you further when you are troubled so.” She stared expectantly, her grin not dimmed in the slightest. Already, she could tell his answer. He did not bother lifting his gaze again.

“No. Alas, my third fault– unfailing generosity.”

He squeezed his niece just the slightest bit closer, his smile brightening as she made a small gurgle in her sleep. Honestly, he was not so great a liar as he seemed to think himself. Clearly something had softened him.

“Well that is a shame,” she whispered, returning her attention back to Salean so she could shift the babe higher up her chest. “I suppose you are stuck here with us then.”

He grinned. “I suppose so.”

[crossdressingdeath]

Y'know, I know that technically the Evanuris are supposed to be totally cut off from the waking world ever since the Veil went up, but if Mythal can go live in some random human woman's head instead of supporting her own damn people what no I'm not salty about that without—as far as I remember—any explanation for how she got past the Veil then Taelan can talk to Dirthamen in his dreams, dammit.

[destinyapostasy]

20, 21 for Ash. 26, 50 for Daddy.

Ashanna

20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures?

*Ashanna stares into the camera like its the office, gesturing to her ghilan’nain vallaslin*

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?

Being sacrificed for the greater good. Also nug hands. 

Taelan 

(I see u poppy, and so does the maker) 

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc?

Which lover in particular? He’s had many. But he enjoys the chase more than anything else. 

50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

He’s never actually had a love confession before, so it would be really awkward with a lot of head scratching and shuffling feet. He’s actually really awkward if put on the spot like that; where do you think Ashanna got it from? :p 

From this meme!

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@oxygenforthewicked

Taelan Lavellan accidentally flirting with Dorian ONCE because he thought that Dorian is THE Dorian from his universe

Francois:

🎼🎼 Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I'm begging of you please don't take my man

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare

With flaming locks of auburn hair

With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring

Your voice is soft like summer rain

And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep

There's nothing I can do to keep

From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand

How you could easily take my man

But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene 🎵🎵