#adahlen lavellan

[mossyarts]

anyways, nuzzling him.

#solavellan #solas #dai #fanart #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #inquisitor #lavellan #dragon age oc #my art #solas x lavellan #solas fanart #solalen #adahlen lavellan #digital art #solasmance #sketch

[moss-flesh]

commissioned my baby Adahlen from @deeplord and shes so beautiful i love it so much!!!! <3

#JUST AGHHHH LOOK AT HER #adahlen lavellan #lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #inquisitor #dragon age #dragon age oc #dai #dragon age inquisition #oc commission

[heartvellan]

Adahlen Lavellan 1/∞ - However I Had To

“I will stay then, at least until the Breach has been closed.” “Was that in doubt?” “I am an apostate mage surrounded by Chantry forces and unlike you, I do not have a divine mark protecting me.” “You came here to help, Solas. I won’t let them use that against you.” “How would you stop them?” “However I had to.” “Thank you.”

#dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #adahlen lavellan #solas #inquisitor #lavellan #solavellan #adalas #adahlen gifs #inquisitor gifs #solas gifs #dai gifs #my gifs #dragon age inquisition #dai #daiedit #daedit #dragon age inquistor #inquistor lavellan #i'm still not settled on an outfit for her and there's a good chance i'm going to learn how to mod dai to make her a custom one #i took a MAYA course once and learned me and MAYA do not get along but. blender looks easier and has nice sculpting tools #and i know a bit about making frankenmeshes

[boo-moved]

Screaming and crying at how beautiful she is

@moss-flesh so… what would she wear in the modern age 👉👈

#Adahlen Lavellan #hiiii so here’s a WIP of her

[lost-in-thedas]

At the Estate of the Duke de Ghislain, meeting Dame Vivienne

#dragon age inquisition #Adahlen #Lavellan #vivienne de fer

[seboostianillustrations-ina-blog]

It’s ya gurl; Adahlen Lavellan!

Needed more examples for the icons, so here’s another one with Thelvin’s twin sister! It’s now the icon for my art blog; @seboostianart

Going to make a few icons outside of Dragon Age ofc. 

Next week I’ll open 5 spots for these small icons, while I also finish the ko-fi headshots. Going to sell them for $11. Through Ko-fi or Paypal. 

Thelvin Lavellan icon

WANT TO SUPPORT ME AND HELP ME MAKE MORE ART? BUY ME A COFFEE~❤❤❤

#my art #digital art #chibi #chibi icon #NOT FREE TO USE! #personal icon #icon #Adahlen Lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #female lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition

[dammit--solas]

oc moodboard ; adahlen lavellan

#adahlen lavellan #lavellan #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #oc moodboard #oc aesthetics #my aesthetics sets

[thedasonfire]

Mabari Etiquette

@inquisitorataashi There were too many vapid nobles for him to talk to in a day. He was drained. Josie had compiled a list of ambassadors and nobles that he needed to speak to before a few days had passed. He did not sleep last night, not a wink. His head was hazy and he almost fell face first into the war-table before a hand caught him. Val felt someone shake him into awareness. His brother. “Huh?” He blinked himself back into reality and panicked. “I’m so sorry!” “Josephine.” Tay, his brother, ignored Val’s awakening. “You’re putting too much stress on him.” Tay frowned at literally every advisor as if they had committed a heinous crime worthy of death, clearly he wasn’t only blaming her though, that was something. “Give him someone who isn’t a noble stuffed with gold up their ass to deal with for now. He’s got enough to deal with already.” “There is a Dalish recruit.” Cullen interjected, a bit too loudly, and clearly a bit intimated by Tay. “He may be useful on the field. Name: Adahlen. Rank... uh... Hunter?” The brothers laughed and Cullen looked embarrassed. Cullen scratched the back of his neck. “He’s Dalish, so you would certainly make him feel at home.” Josie added. “I’m sorry. You’re sick because of me.” Val almost died inside because Josie was so sincere and adorable. “It’s fine, love!” He was trying for comfort. “Don’t pout like that, it’s not your fault. My brother is just a big ole meanie. I’ll chide him later.” After Val said that, Josie seemed to relax. He made sure his long hair was set in place and that his robes were still spotless, especially since he was so mentally disorganized. He didn’t want to make a bad impression. He would think he’d be more concerned about meeting a human, but meeting one of his own in such a situation felt even more daunting and he couldn’t place why. Val looked around the stables for the elf, his eyes squinted at the many people lingering about. Adahlen was an elf so that narrowed down the possibilities quite a bit. He halted when he saw a mabari sniffing around the troughs. He had never seen one before, actually, if he recalled the report correctly the elf had a mabari, but he didn’t dare risk his hand being bitten off. He had no Mabari etiquette training and he knew they were smart. Apparently He didn’t need it because the mabari came up to him and stared like they wanted something. Val stared at the canine, wide eyed and a little frightened. The hound didn’t look like they would bite but Val was stock still, afraid to move. “Um... well... hello. Ah...” He was obviously terrified at that point and his voice was strained. “May I help you?” He smartly added, as if the dog would respond with words. He was about to dash.

#mabari etiquette #inquisitorataashi #adahlen #Val #valaeris lavellan

[panthegenderfreak]

So I finally drew Fen’s parents, Samahl and Isenowen. Isenowen has red hair and is very awkward when it comes to relationships, while her husband never ceases to flirt with her (“vhenan we’re already together” “so?” “you are impossible” samahl winks, ise blushes “ugh”)

#i adore them so much #samahl x isenowen #fenarel lavellan #lavellan family #samahl lavellan #isenowen lavellan #adahlen lavellan #and yes ise has a septum ring

[mossyarts]

some lavellan sketches + some solavellan angst in there coz i have no self control

#my art #digital art #dragon age #solavellan #lavellan #inquisitor #dragon age inquisition #dai #fanart #dragon age oc #inquisitor lavellan #solas x lavellan #adahlen lavellan #dalish elf #da: inquisition #solalen #art #dragon age fanart #my ocs #mage inquisitor #mage #female inquisitor

[moss-flesh]

OCs as poisonous plants

rules: create a look-book for one (or more) of your ocs using this meiker and then take this uquiz and share their results.

thank you for tagging me in this @hawkeshep it was so fun hehe

i got a bit carried away and did 3 ocs o_o so here !

from left to right

Aila Amell

in the circle, traveling, and the landsmeet!

Hemlock

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear. It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.

Erynne Hawke

lothering, hawke manor/kirkwall, MOA Party

Lily Of The Valley

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

Adahlen Lavellan

traveling, skyhold, winter palace

And she got the same plant as erynne, Lily of the Valley!

my brain is having trouble focusinf rn so i wont tag anyone rn !!! but please do this and if u do tag me i wanna see!

#wish yhis picrew had diff body types but its cute otherwise! #picrew #tag game #adahlen lavellan #erynne hawke #aila amell

[sashthesloth]

Get yourself a friend group who watches you gather elfroot

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #sera #dorian pavus #the iron Bull #inquisitor lavellan #adahlen lavellan #my art #FUKIN ELFROOT #I can’t believe my elfroot addiction was called out by scout Harding while my inquisitor had literally 300 pieces in her inventory #my ocs

[patheticnugbaby]

Hunting Ground I

I decided I wanted to do a multi-chapter Halamshiral fic and boy did I pick a lot of fucking work. I wanted to go more in depth over how my particular inquisitor (Adahla Lavellan) felt at the Winter Palace. Later chapters will probably have Solavellan fluff but this one’s mostly just about Adahla learning the rules of a new hunting ground.

After the introductions Adahla felt exceedingly flustered, her hands were sweating under the thin gray gloves, only softly diffusing the harsh, green glow from her left hand. She had never felt quite so obviously marked by it until now, predatory eyes glancing surreptitiously at her from behind gilt masks. She took great care to hold herself firmly, with a straight spine and her shoulders back, taking slow breaths through her chest.

She was careful in the way that she walked, trying to project the easy grace of a confident woman. Dimly, she heard whispers, ‘Dalish barbarian’ ‘knife-ear’ ‘pretender’, each one slowly mounting in her chest, like the pressure of an ever rising firestorm.

She took a soft breath and hardened that hot rage. As she walked back out to the vestibule she gathered the strength of it around her like armor, out of the corner of her eye she caught the tiniest nod of approval from Josephine. She allowed herself a soft smile, let the expression tug at her lips with the slyness of a fox.

“Inquisitor, a word?” Leliana approached her, gently taking her arm and leading her towards the top of the stairs, “May I say first that you did very well, Inquisitor.”

“Thank you, Sister,” She replied, gently patting Leliana’s hand.

“You are most welcome,” Leliana paused, leaning to take a glass from a passing server, “I should tell you that in the absence of Madame de Fer the empress has seen fit to employ a new court enchanter. We knew each other some time ago, she is ruthless and has seemingly charmed the entire court, as if by magic,”

“I will keep that in mind,” She answered smoothly, trying very hard not to show how much the idea shook her, “could you excuse me, Sister?”

“Of course, my lady Inquisitor,” Leliana let go of her arm, seeming to disappear almost immediately.

“Right,” She whispered to herself and sauntered through the next hall, the Hall of Heroes, she thought they called it.

As she passed she caught the smallest whispers, her ears flicked and she stopped, just out of sight behind a statue.

“-commotion in the upper levels.”

“The one off the garden? Statuette?”

They stopped speaking. She heard the sound of hurried footsteps retreating down the stairs. Adahla sighed and closed her eyes.

“Andruil, blood and force, I pray to you. Ma lasa ghilan, ma las Vir Tanadhal: Vir Assan, Vir Bor’assan, Vir Adahlen. Ma lasa ghilan, ar dar’misu.” She did not say the words aloud, only mouthed them.

She knew the gods no longer heard her but the muttered prayer, one she had whispered before every hunt not so long ago, settled some of the wild, nervous fluttering in her chest. She may be bound and trussed tightly in layers upon layers of shemlen clothing but she was still a hunter. This was not the forest, yet it was not so different from it. Instead of trees, there were gaudy pillars and statues, her prey did not hide in the brush or the grass, but rather behind glittering masks and lacy fans.

She was not a hunter who came back empty handed.

Adahla set off with a greater purpose than she had felt in months. To anyone watching she wouldn’t even look like quite the same woman that came into the palace. She suddenly stalked the ornate halls like she owned them, more akin to a red lion than an out-of-place dalish.

“Inquisitor,” Solas greeted her as she strode into the next room, “you have adjusted well.”

“Thank you, Solas,” She paused, tilting her head, “How do you find Halamshiral?”

“I adore the heady blend of power, intrigue, danger, and sex that permeates these events,” He admitted, leaning on the statue next to him, “the nobles don’t know what to make of me, though the servants are happy enough to refill my glass.”

“Seems you’ve drunk enough already,” She teased, glancing down at his half-full glass, “how many will that make when you finish it?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been counting. Besides,” He gave her a wolfish grin, “I am entirely too sober for this.”

She chuckled, “Will you save me a dance?”

“I can only imagine the scandal of the Inquisitor dancing with an elven servant,”

“Before the night is done I intend to shock them with greater concerns than my choice of dance partners,” She felt a fox’s grin slip onto her face, Solas slightly lifted his glass.

“Good hunting,”

She sauntered further down the hall, she caught snatches of useful conversation. Things she would relay to Leliana at a later date, assuming her illustrious spymaster hadn’t already heard. She turned, nearly running into an agitated Orelesian man.

“Where is Phillipe? Leaving me to deal with Gaspard’s vitriol!”

“That’s awfully rude of him to leave you here with all the work,” She managed to hide their near collision with a gentle, reassuring touch on the shoulder.

“Exactly! Leaving me to relay Gaspard’s death threats to the Council while he rolls some elven maid!” He huffed, then patted her hand, “My sincerest apologies, Inquisitor, I did not mean to shout.”

“You’re quite alright, Ser,” She smiled gently, “It sounds like you have a busy night, especially being down on help.”

“Thank you, Inquisitor, you are too kind. I really must be going,”

“Of course,” She demurred, allowing him to pass her before she made her way to the balcony.

The greenery was lovely, in a well-groomed Orelesian sort of way. She very much preferred the wilder growths of the forest to well-trimmed lawns and hedges. Abandoned in the lawn, something glinted in the moonlight. She chanced a quick look around, satisfied that she was alone, she hopped over the banister and snatched it up.

Clara — kitchen staff — entered servants' wing by main stair 1:30

Vernon — undergardener — entered servants' wing from hall 2:45

Sophie — chamber maid — entered servants' wing from hall 3:22

Marius — footman — entered servants' wing by main stair 3:45

Briala, we need immediate support down there. Something's gone wrong.

How curious. She tucked it into the pockets of her silver cloak and quickly slid back over the banister, smoothing her dress before re-entering the room. She picked a small cake from a tray, nibbling on it at she pressed through the door to the guest gardens. People milled around, chatting, drinking, eating. At least, if you didn’t look any closer that’s what they were doing.

A few clandestine letters exchanged hands, rumors were placed and exchanged, sabotages planned, deaths requested. These people weren’t the prey she was seeking, though the interesting pieces of gossip she heard were hoarded and saved for later. She tried not to flick her ears too much, as much as she wanted to hear everything. After a little searching, she found a door up to the next level.

She hurried up, upon arriving finding it deserted save a few smears of blood on the marble. She kneeled, careful not to get any stains on the silvered embroidery on the hem of her dress. At the end of a long hour of arguments, Leliana and Vivienne had decided on black, white, and silver, not unlike the clothes she wore to greet ‘important’ guests at Skyhold.

She shook her head, removing one of her gloves to touch the blood with her fingertips, wet, but cold. Recent. Adahla licked it from her fingertips. Elven.

Something akin to a thrill ran up her spine and she smiled a hunter’s smile. She stood, gathering her skirts to lift them above her ankles as she stepped over the smeared blood. It led to the library but she wanted to check outside first.

She did not want to walk out of the library only to be ambushed by another hunter. Along the opposite side, laying on the banister were two things, a tiny halla statuette, and a love letter.

She pocketed both and stood there for a time, listening.

The soft din of the people on the lower levels, the steady hum of the Anchor she rarely noticed anymore. Glasses clinked and people laughed. The silver sound of a coin being flipped through the air.

Unsuspecting jackals below her. Scavengers more than predators, scrabbling with each other for scraps of power and reputation. They were not hunters the way she was.

She retreated back the way she came, spying a door. Other halla statues were placed in little alcoves around the doorframe. One such alcove was empty. Adahla smiled and pressed the little statue she had into the empty space.

Silver-blue circles of light sprang from the door. Her ears flicked at she detected the sound of stone grinding on stone as the door swung open.

A tiny room, cluttered with books and papers and chests, lit by one solitary veilfire candle. She shut the door behind her, flipping through the papers on the desk, her eyes reflecting the pale blue-green light.

She found nothing on the desk and started going through the papers that seemed to have been thrown to the floor. Someone didn’t like these letters. She grinned when she found the one she was looking for.

Celene,

We can discuss this like adults, can't we? We both know the weapon at Briala's disposal could not only turn the tide of our war but every war. The empire must control it; I do not believe you disagree. She is now a greater threat to Orlais than anything else. If you and I work together, we can wrest control away from her. Do not deceive yourself that she will be open to negotiation or diplomacy. You know her better than anyone—you know that's impossible.

Gaspard

“A weapon to turn the tide of every war?” She mused, pocketing the letter, “You might just be after my own heart, Briala.”

She stood and pressed her ear to the door. She heard nothing and pulled it open.

The upper balcony was deserted, as it had been when she left it. She stalked to the large double doors leading to the library, being sure that the heels of her shoes didn’t click on the marble. The doors swung open silently and she swept inside. Adahla was suddenly assaulted with the scent of parchment, ink, and old leather with the gentle mustiness of dust.

She ran her hands along the books on the shelves, gently pressing her fingers between them to see if she could find any hidden letters or documents. She pressed one particular book, its title faded beyond recognition and heard a soft click. Her ears perked up, then flicked backward at the sound of doors opening. Pride swelled in her chest as she slid into the secret room. A veilfire torch lit the room, illuminating the one letter left out on the desk.

Lady M,

I need you at my side tonight. The unpleasantness in the royal wing has convinced me there is no safety within the palace. I do not expect my cousin to employ magic, but I would hardly be surprised if he provoked another infestation; since my court enchanter is not here to assist me, I must rely entirely upon you. There is no one else I can trust.

Celene

“Lady M’s on good terms with her majesty,” She said aloud, ears pricking at the sudden whoosh of wind.

“She is confident and sure. She knows more than Vivienne ever did.”

“Good evening, Cole,” She smiled, turning to look at him, the veilfire lit his pale face eerily like he was a ghost.

“This place has no good evenings. Just blood.”

“Co-” Her ears flicked when she heard the tolling of a bell, “Fenedhis!”

“They will like you better if you wait until the second bell. Making an entrance, clad in black and white and silver. Starry nights on snow-covered mountains.”

She smiled and gently clasped his hands, “Try not to get overwhelmed here, Cole. I do not know if you can help them.”

“I tried but they kept getting angry with me. They’ve forgotten now.”

Adahla gave his hands a reassuring squeeze before she breezed past him. Her heels clicked unabashedly on the marble as she closed the doors behind her and slunk down the stairs. As she passed through the gardens no one seemed to note her long absence. She smiled to herself as she swept back into the palace, greeted by the warmth of a fire and the scent of alcohol and sweets.

She detected a few whispers, ‘A dalish?’ ‘One of those barefoot vagabonds?’, Adahla let herself shrug them off. She was Dalish and she was proud. She was proud of the pale vallaslin over her left eye, her ears that flicked and turned to hear better, her eyes that saw more in the dark than any shem’s would. She sauntered back through the vestibule, her head stretched to open the door when she heard the soft sound of human shoes trying to be quiet on the marble.

“Well, well, what have we here?” Adahla turned to face the voice, coming down the stairs, “The leader of the new Inquisition, fabled herald of the faith.” A pale woman, dark hair piled on her head wearing an extravagant red gown, “Delivered from the grasp of the fade by the hand of Blessed Andraste herself.” The woman said it like it was a joke, yellow eyes glinting at her, “What could bring such an exalted creature here to the Imperial Court, I wonder? Do you even know?”

Adahla settled back on her feet, giving the woman a coy smile, “We may never know, My Lady. Courtly intrigues and all that.”

“Such intrigues obscure much, but not all,” The woman paused and briefly bowed her head, “I am Morrigan. Some call me advisor to Empress Celene on matters of the arcane.”

Morrigan walked by her, not waiting for Adahla to follow but seeming to expect her to. She did, after a moment, as though she wasn’t sure about her just yet.

“You... Have been very busy this evening, hunting in every dark corner of the palace,”

“I am a hunter, Lady Morrigan. This is not the forest but it is a forest,” She replied, smiling at the other woman’s chuckle.

“So it is. Perhaps the two of us hunt the same prey, Inquisitor?”

“I hope so, M’lady,” Adahla bowed her head a little, “I would be honored to share my hunt with you.”

“Vir Adahlen, Inquisitor,”

She carefully schooled her face to not show any surprise, “Together we are stronger than the one,”

“Indeed,” Morrigan began walking again, seeming to lead her around the stairwell, “Recently I found, and killed, an unwelcome guest within these halls. An agent of Tevinter.” She stopped and turned to Adahla, pulling something from her sleeve, “So I offer you this, Inquisitor: A key, found on the Tevinter’s body. Where it leads, I cannot say. Yet if Celene is in danger, I cannot leave her side long enough to search. You can.”

“I may find the time to try a door or two,” She smiled and bowed her head, “Ma serannas,”

Morrigan chuckled, taking her arm and leading her back towards the door the ballroom, the second bell sounded, “Proceed with caution, Inquisitor. Enemies abound, and not all of them allied with Tevinter,” She paused her hand on the door and gave Adahla a sidelong glance, “What happens next, will be most exciting.”

#Ma lasa ghilan #Give me guidance #Ma las #Guide me #Vir Tanadhal #Way of Three Trees #Vir Assan #Way of the arrow #Vir Bor'assan #Way of the Bow #Vir Adahlen #Way of the Forest #Ar dar'misu #I am the blade which acts alone #Adahla lavellan #DAI #Wicked Eyes and Wicked hearts #patheticnugbaby writes #patheticnugbaby's inquisitors #Nine pages for the first snippet #What the fuck

[lost-in-thedas]

I love their smile

#Athrahel #Adahlen #dragon age inquisition #dragon age ocs #ocs #Lavellan

[seboostianillustrations-ina-blog]

How does your OC dance?

I got tagged by the wonderful @space-vashoth & @ielmoe - Thank you so much for the tags, darlings~ :D

I tag - @smolpocketmonstercoffee @marquis1305 @tessa1972 @gugle1980 @sassylavellen @elvenbeard @kurosmind @rennybu @fleshwerks @pelle-lavellan @fun-sized-owl / @kaaras-adaar @pathcrier @myronmuse @occorner

Balder Adaar

Dork alarm! Balder often dances whenever he’s in a good mood. The chefs and workers, even some scouts, has often found him making food in the kitchen, dancing to a random tune he’s humming. He’s not good at dancing, but does it anyway. Balder is good at dancing together with a dancing partner though. He knows how to charm a Noble.

Thelvin Lavellan

Poor guy, he’s trying his best, but dancing is not his talent. Luckily Dorian is always there to guide him and teach him how to dance. 

Hallalin Lavellan

Hallalin tries, but doesn’t really know what he’s doing once he’s out on the dancefloor, especially alone. Unless his lover is out on the dance floor, he can lead and be led, depending on his partner. 

Fen Lavellan

Look out, you’ll definitively get a butt grinded against your crotch near this sassy dancer. Always really confident in every move he does, Fen can quickly switch from seductive, to charming, to romantic. 

Adahlen Lavellan

A goofy dancer that you can have a nice laugh with. Adahlen will make you want to let loose and show your goofy and fun side. No filter and no secrets, it’ll always feel like a fun time when dancing with Adahlen. She’ll cherish this moment and so will you. 

William (Liam) Hawke

Can’t dance, but believes he can, especially around Fenris. William takes no shame in being horrible at dancing, and often embarrases his friends, especially Fenris and Anders. 

#tag game #how does your muse dance meme #muse meme #tag meme #Balder Adaar #Thelvin Lavellan #Hallalin Lavellan #Fen Lavellan #Adahlen Lavellan #William (Liam) Hawke

[nessalucis]

Faz um tempinho também que fiz estes desenhos das minhas protagonistas dos três jogos da série Dragon Age, a primeira, minha Warden, Adahlen, elfa Delish e Rouge; a segunda, minha Champion, Chiara Hawke, humana e Rouge; e a terceira, minha Inquisidora, Nessa Lavellan, elfa Delish e Rouge.

#drawing #fica em casa #dragon age