#f!tabris

[saltlordofold]

The party slowly winds down in Denerim’s Alienage...

Commission of Cress Tabris and Alistair for @kadaransmuggler! 

[Art] - [Commissions] - [Kofi]

#alistair theirin #alistair #tabris #f!tabris #aliwarden #the warden #hof #hero of ferelden #tabris origin #alistair/warden #alistair/f!warden #dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #salt's art #commission #commissions #cress tabris

[hoochieblues]

WIP Whenever...

tagged by @roguelioness, @pinkfadespirit, @dismalzelenka, @cleverblackcat, and @juliafied - tysm! Think I got everyone? Not tagging anyone forward (unless you want to consider yourself tagged; please do!) seeing as I'm much later than I planned, but I do come bearing goodies.

Two excerpts (smutty + non-smutty) under the cut:

from Justice in Surrender (ch.4)

His mana had risen in tandem with his dick, neither fully suppressed by the drink, and every breath seemed to taste metallic, like ocean salt and the sparks on the edge of a whetted knife. It had to be held back, he knew that, even with the blurry room smeared against his skin. If you don’t show it, they don’t know you have it, his father used to say, and that was what safety meant. Safe, scared… stale. Dry as an August hayfield, scorched to stubble, but safe. The Veil felt warm, thin, like silk on a sweat-streaked body. Esel wrapped his fist around Tobias again, latched onto him, wet and tight, a ceaseless and swirling heat on the head of his cock. He thrust into it, fingers knotted in blond hair, a warm cock in his hand and a bellyful of rotgut making everything wobbly and soft. Lips around him, wide eyes staring up in that performance of innocence, that look that was part pretence and part challenge.

It was almost enough. If he concentrated, focused, he could lose himself on the edge of it, on a cracked place between need and hunger, his body a single bunched muscle, a grip of nerves and desperation. Tobias squeezed his eyes shut, held back what he had to, let everything else burst and burn, searing away everything except pleasure and relief.

He tugged at Esel’s hair, drew him close. He tasted good, like triumph and joy and desire. Tobias moaned into it, blood still ringing in his ears and breath raw in his chest. Next door, the fuzzy bubble of voices and giggles gave way to the rhythmic thud of bed against wall, interspersed with loud, uninhibited cries.

“I wanna get you off,” he murmured against Esel’s mouth, reaching for his cock again.

He smiled and brushed Tobias’ hand away. “Take a rest, guapo. Just a breath. You’re drunk, eh?”

Tobias grinned blearily. “Very fuckin’ observant. C’mon. How d’you like it?”

Esel sat back on his hands, head cocked to the side. The sounds of a woman’s exaggerated groans and squeals echoed through the wall. He shook his head, smiling, then got up and retrieved the platter of food. He set it on the bed between them and insisted on feeding Tobias little morsels of bread and meat, in between nibbling at some himself.

“See? I take care of you, patrón. Make you happy. That’s all I need.”

He grinned, and Tobias caught himself wondering if those missing teeth had been rotten or knocked out. He didn’t want to know, he realised. He didn’t want to dwell on who Esel was, or whatever joys and sadnesses his life contained. He didn’t want to know anything about him outside of this room.

from The Bird That Fears the Cage (ch. ~17... yes, I know. But! FoD has different POV chapters now!)

Merien scoffed, her gaze falling to the mud-churned, scrubby ground. In that small moment of silence, flames crackled, and a distant roar of laughter sounded from the mess tent; the echo of people at a meal together, breaking bread before the coming battle.

He wished he could tell her it would be all right, that she shouldn’t be afraid, but that would be the biggest lie he’d ever told in his life and he didn’t think he could pull it off. Besides, looking at her, Alistair had a horrible feeling she was better off not knowing anything. Ignorance was bliss, like the Chantry said, and she probably didn’t have much bliss left ahead of her. Or much of anything, to be honest.

That thought wedged a sneaking lump of unease in his throat. She was Duncan’s recruit, so Duncan must have seen something in her… and those bruises told a few stories. It was, what, ten days’ ride from Denerim? They were pretty well healed, but a week ago she must have been a mess. He didn’t like to think what had happened, but the way she flinched… she didn’t seem like a fighter. A thief, then, maybe? But what would Duncan have wanted with another gutter rat? They already had two… three counting Daveth, if he lived. It had been hard enough keeping Brosca out of the stockade this past month, not to mention the amount of fights he’d started.

Alistair trusted Duncan with his life. He trusted his mentor’s judgement and wisdom implicitly but, looking at this girl who barely came up to his shoulder and jumped at every shadow, it was hard to believe she’d make it past the first part of the initiation, let alone the Joining itself.

He just really didn’t want to be the one to tell her that.

#da fanfic #lemon #dragon age fanfiction #m!hawke #tobias hawke #in his natural state: wasted in a brothel. again. #and depressed. #alistair theirin #alistair x warden #f!tabris #mecha

[awhekate]

I finally did one of these with my main warden, Elowyn Tabris!

#dragon age #dragon age origins #Warden Tabris #f!tabris #da:o

[memaidraws]

A Tabris commissioned during CAFKL online! Ah, I wonder who gave our illustrious Warden a rose? ;)

#warden tabris #f!tabris #alistair romance #alistair x tabris #memaidraws #memai draws a thing #memai does commissions #dragon age #fanart #commissions

[enigmalea]

DA Polyshipping Fanart Recs

I thought I’d put together a list of fanart recs for this month’s @dapolyshippingday.

1) this art by @edda-grenade​ (here on twitter) | Fen’harel/Solas/f!Adaar | rated T

set in a universe where Solas and Fen’harel are separate people, and just can’t stop stealing their girlfriend’s clothes. The artist also writes a fic set in this universe that’s heavily on my “to read” list. For now, I stare longingly at their gorgeous art.

2) this art by @edda-grenade​ (here on twitter) |  Fen’harel/Solas/f!Adaar | rated M

the same au as above, only with lemons. 👀

3) this art by @momochanners​ | Fenris/Isabela/m!Hawke | rated M

found this via a google search for Dragon Age threesomes. I love the devious expressions they all have!

The last two I found buried in the depths of AO3, and can’t find a tumblr for either of the artists.

4) Halloween Costume by  Ray_Murata | Zevran Arainai/m!Surana/f!Tabris | rated G

A classic polyamory mood from a classic polyamory scene. (Both? Both.) I love the skin rendering on this!

5) Coin Flip by  sweettasteofbitter | Cassanda Pentaghast/Josephine Montiliyet/f!Adaar | rated G

The best way to resolve disputes.

BONUS: not technically polyamory, but it gave me a chuckle and is absolutely a mood. (Same, Amell. Same.)

My Fantasy Threesome by @sharkcavities​ | Alistair Theirin/Morrigan/f!Amell (sort of) | rated G

#lemons #dragon age: inquisition #dragon age 2 #dragon age: origins #fen'harel #solas #f!adaar #fenris #isabela #m!hawke #zevran arainai #m!surana #f!tabris #cassandra pentaghast #josephine montilyet #alistair theirin #morrigan #f!amell #fanart #fanart recs #edda-grenade #momochanners #sharkcavaties

[razrogue]

Flashes of Adaia (F!Tabris)

"Oy elf, what you doing with that sword?" The guards boisterously said before watching him rear back and toss the sword across the room. It clanged on the stone, pommel first, just a few steps from her. She reached down and grabbed it firmly. The corners of her mouth crept slowly up into a grin as she stood upright, tightening her grip, tossing her braids behind her back.

The guards stumbled back towards the door, eyes widening as they watched her begin to approach, sword scraping against the stone floor as it dragged behind her.

"I'm the one you should fear."

Her voice raspy, eyes boring into them, showing no signs of fear as she steadied herself and the sword into a fighting stance.

Grunts and groans rang out over the clanging of metal until everything in the room went silent save for gurgling noises from the guards crumpled on the floor. Their blood pooling in the crevices, Briva left footprints as she made her way over to him.

"Are you alright?" She asked as he stood there, still gripping the sword tightly in his trembling hand. Soris stood there, staring at their bodies, his face grimacing as she pulled his locs back in a ponytail. Visibly shaken, Briva pulled the sword from his hand and dropped it by his side next to her own weapon. She held his face in her bloodied hands as gentle as she could, trying to calm her cousin.

"Soris, I know..." She paused momentarily to carefully compose her words. He knew she was tough. He knew his aunt had showed her things but to actually see it firsthand. It was an experience he would not be able to shake any time soon. Briva pulled his face closer to hers, hoping to quickly get through to him. Time was passing and knowing how that pig of a shem was, she had little time to waste.

"I know but this is not the time. Where is everyone? We have to save them."

He stood there with blank eyes for a bit before finally blinking to see her.

"They've got to be somewhere in this hall. Few rooms left to check."

Briva briefly pressed her forehead to his before turning back to grab the armor off the guards. She tossed him a chest piece before strapping some greaves onto her arms. They were nowhere near her size but even a small amount of protection would be better than none. She would make them work as best she could. She grabbed the swords and the bow and quiver from one of the bodies and headed towards the door.

Stopping just in front of it, she turned around to Soris. He was still shaken but in much better shape than right after the fight ended.

"Soris, we will get them. And if it comes to it, I'll make a way for you to get them home."

He quickly blinked a few times before looking directly in her eyes. He wanted to protest but the look on her face let him know it would be useless to try. In that quick moment though, he saw a flash of Adaia on her face and an odd sense of comfort overcame him. They would all make it and he knew she would make sure of it despite her statement. He exhaled quickly and gave her a small nod of approval. Briva would get them all home and he was ready to aid her in doing so.

#Briva Tabris #Tabris #F!Tabris #Dragon Age #Soris #blood mention #razrogue writes #have this unedited piece of ficlet 😂

[noeldressari]

Eryn/Tabris aesthetic for my au where they date breifly

#eryn cousland #f!tabris #cousland/tabris #i think about these two way more than i talk about them #:/ #it was a cute little brief pairing #until one of them died...

[herald-divine-hell]

Met my newest Warden, Ralia Tabris! She’ll be romancing one of the Inquisitor/a potential Inquisitor. Which race, I don’t know yet. Leaning either to a Trevelyan or Adaar.
And this ship was totally inspired by @andrasste and her wonderful Warden/Inquisitor ship: Genlissa, which I absolutely adore! Check her stuff out! They’re amazing!

#dragon age: origins #dragon age origins #dragon age #dao #dragon age warden #dragon age tabris #f!tabris #female warden #female tabris #ralia tabris #the warden #the hero of ferelden

[deadlilmoon]

Commisioned work

#dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #Dragon Age II #dragon age #tarot cards #not my character #m!trevelyan #m!hawke #f!tabris #commisionwork #my artwork

[nickelkeep]

Metal

Pairing: Pre-Leliana/f!Tabris Rating: Gen Word Count: 160 Warnings: None, just a drabble today Written For: Femslash February, Day 6: Metal On Ao3

Leliana knew that the Warden would be coming to Lothering. The Maker spoke to her often, through signs, through dreams. Through the single white rose in a blight taken bush. The other lay sisters thought her crazy, but Dorothea saw her words for the truth that they were.

In truth, Leliana had been able to do things, unexplainable things, that scared her sisters in faith. So when she told Dorothea and the others that she was leaving with the Warden, the sisters not-so-secretly rejoiced.

Dorothea had taken her into a kind embrace and sent her in good spirits and in good faith. The Mother told Leliana, to fear not of where her heart would lead her.

When Jaela Tabris walked into Dane's Refuge, Leliana knew what Dorothea meant. Small, but imposing, an Elf, but Regal, Jaela was the honed metal blade that found Leliana's heart and claimed it. And Leli only hoped that Jaela would see her as the same.

#femslash #femslash february #femslash february 2020 #dragon age:origins #dragon age #leliana #f!tabris #leliana x f!tabris #nickel writes #not spn

[bisexualryder]

"The way I see it, you've got a couple problems going for you right now." Rylee flipped her dagger with one hand, staring down her nose at Daveth. "One," she hoisted her middle finger up for him, "you're a shem. Y'see, I don't like shems all that much. But boss man says I need to play nice with you lot, so that's not really where I'm hung up right now." She flipped her dagger again; with her other hand, she held up her pointer finger - along with her middle still - at him.

"Secondly, and most importantly, you don't fuckin' listen, yeah? My friend here," she gestured with her dagger toward Isethari, "said she wasn't interested. An' you..." She trailed off into a fake laugh, shaking her head. "You wanted to keep on pushin' anyway. That's the problem with you shems. You don't know how to take 'no' as an answer. An' it's a perfectly reasonable answer, at that! She don't need to explain herself, don't need to tell you why. All she's gotta do is say 'no' and you need to back the fuck off."

Rylee bent down, pressing her foot against his chest a little more. She tipped his chin up with the hilt of her dagger and gave him a cold stare. A brief moment of silence dropped down between the three of them as she enjoyed watching him squirm. Her fellow elf had gone silent, but Rylee wasn't focused on her at that moment. More intent on letting this idiot stare death in the face.

"Now," she said, gaze narrowing, "two things are gonna happen when I let you go. You're gonna get off your arse and march it over to boss man, an' then you're never going to talk to my girl here again."

"That's, uh, that's three things." He gave a tittering laugh that was quickly cut off as she applied more pressure on his ribs.

"I didn't fuckin' ask for your opinion, did I? Now we can stay here and I can keep pressin' my foot into your chest and we can see how long it takes before I start hearing cracks." She grinned wickedly at him, "Or you can be a good lad and do as I've told."

She watched the adam's apple of his throat bob up and down as he swallowed, hard. Slowly, then, he nodded. Rylee's grin split into a wide, toothy one.

"There's a good boy." Removing her foot, she took a step back. "Now run along before you do somethin' stupid."

#dragon age #da:o #warden #tabris #warden tabris #rylee tabris #f!tabris #f!warden #warden trio au #taie writes #look i just sat down and wrote this in about 20min #the idea popped into my head and i ran with it #i'm playing around with dialogue and nailing down rylee's voice #i MIGHT try to work it into something bigger? but i won't promise anything #so wanted to just share it c: #rylee fic

[jestpack-blues]

Wasteland, baby I'm in love I'm in love with you

Speed paint

#alistair x warden #king alistair #alistair theirin #Iori Tabris #Warden Tabris #F!Tabris #tabris x alistair #hozier #speed paint

[big-ass-magnet]

Your Heart and Mine

Fandom: Dragon Age Pairing: ZevranxTabris Word Count: 511 Summary: In Denerim, when you love someone, you carve your initials and theirs inside of a heart. Maevin puts hers where she’ll always be able to see it, no matter how far she goes. 

A little ficlet I wrote for @snuffes​ for Christmas that I am finally getting around to posting.

Commissions!

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scree scree scree scree

Zevran was in motion even as his eyelids were rising. His hands were sliding beneath his pillow for the knife he kept there, his muscles tensing as he shifted to face the door.

Except there was no door. There was only a canvas flap tied down against the night air. He was not in a Crow boarding house in Antiva. He was in a tent, somewhere in Ferelden “near Denerim, this time I promise” according to Alistair.

scree scree scree

The sound was not a pick in the lock to his room, as his sleeping mind had thought, but the point of a knife scratching carefully against the inner metal of a shield.

“Mi amore?” he called softly, sliding the knife back into place. “What are you doing?”

Maevin looked up from her work, tongue still caught between her teeth.

“Hnn? Oh! I’m sorry, love, did I wake you? I thought I was being quiet.”

Zevran chuckled. Maevin could sleep through a rampaging bear; was there any wonder she would think such a small sound wouldn’t rouse him? He scooted across the small space between them to lean his chest against her back. He loved the feeling of her powerful muscles moving beneath her skin, almost as much as he loved the feeling of her settling back into his arms.

“What are you doing?” he asked, hooking his chin on her shoulder. She glanced back at him and flashed him a smile, then held up the shield. She tilted it as she did so, so that the candelight flicked brightly over the fresh cuts on the rim of her shield. Bright metal scars read out:

Z.A.

 +

“My initials go under yours,” she said, immensely pleased with herself. “And then I wrap the whole thing in a heart shape.” Maevin traced it with her finger.

“What does it mean?” he asked. His hand reached out of its own accord; he hesitated, then finished reaching to trace the shape she had indicated.

“Do you not have that in Antiva?” she asked, surprised. “Maybe it’s a Ferelden thing. Or just a Denerim thing.  We do it all the time back home. You do it somewhere you’ll see it, and where other people can see it, and then everyone who sees it knows what you mean to each other.”

Her smile faltered slightly, and Zevran guessed there might be another carving somewhere in Denerim with her initials in it. Before he could say anything (and what could he say?), Maevin rallied herself and went on.

“Usually you put it on a tree or in the tavern bench. I wanted to put it somewhere I knew I’d see it again.”

Zevran thought about that, about how every time she raised her shield in battle, she would see, in the corner of her eye, her initials and his bound together. His heart swelled near to bursting, and he turned his head to press his lips to the curve of her neck, making her squeak and giggle.

“Mi amore,” was all he managed.

#dragon age #zevran arainai #zevran x warden #zevran x tabris #tabris #zevran #friend's oc #f!tabris

[awhekate]

He had it coming, he had it coming He took a flower in its prime And then he used it, and he abused it It was a murder But not a crime

I’ve been listening to a lot of musical showtunes and I couldn’t help but think about the City Elf origin while listening to the Cell Block Tango.

#dragon age origins #warden tabris #f!tabris #city elf origin #dragon age

[mannimarcos]

lets go girls

#dragon age #leliana #morrigan #wynne #f!tabris

[henantier]

a quick athena tabris for @nightingalesseyes!!!

#dragon age #grey warden #tabris #f!tabris #f!warden #i love this gal!!!!! #my art #others ocs