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ryuchanwings · 7 years

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Companion Rayne- Meeting a Life long friend, Part 3

Cheering someone up after such a serious tragedy was really, really hard, and not something Rayne had ever attempted before. She’d begun by sitting next to him at the fire after getting her food, holding out a biscuit in offering as she’d noticed he didn’t have one. “Hi. I’m Rayne! I’m glad to see you’re awake.” She said, flashing him a small, but friendly smile. “You’ve been sleeping with my mom and me in our Araval. She’s been looking after you. You’ve been asleep for a while, aren’t you hungry? We were pretty worried about you, you know. I was with the others when they found you. I’m not a full-blown hunter yet, but I have really sharp eyes, and I’m a pretty good shot.” She rambled for a couple minutes before she realized he was just staring at her. Not saying anything, not smiling or frowning, but just... staring. She blinked before blushing, setting the biscuit on a piece of cloth next to his leg before turning back to her stew, taking her own bread and tearing off a piece before using it to scoop a bit of the thick stew onto it. “Sorry.” She said. “I talk a lot, I know.” There wasn’t a lot she could say. She was sad for him, but to say too much would be kinda crass, like she was assuming she knew what he went through, and she would never, EVER know. “... Sorry.” She said again, leaning over slightly to touch her shoulder against his arm before moving back to her own personal space and working on eating her stew with the improvised starch spoon. She was pleased that after a few more moments, he did begin to move, tearing off a piece of his own biscuit and copying her action, making her smile into her bowl. He hadn’t given up yet. And she wasn’t giving up either. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Over the next couple of weeks, Rayne tried her hardest to get some sort of reaction from Taerel, hoping that the first one she got would be a positive one rather than angry at her for being an underfoot pest. She sang some rather silly songs one day, until the Craftmaster chased her off to ‘Go be useful and pick some herbs if you’ve got time to be an annoying warbler’. She told him about a few of her more interesting dreams, though he didn’t seem to notice. He would talk, but that was mostly only to the grown ups, and only when he was asked a question. She tried anything she could think of, offering to brush his hair, showing him the Halla (with permission), showing him her mother’s Hart (A beautiful rust-furred doe named Holly), taking him to where she shot practice arrows, purposefully falling into the river when she was trying to catch fish, having a few spectacularly clumsy moments (At least one of which wasn’t planned and wound up with her sprawled upside down and covered in dirty laundry and a rather foul-smelling herbal paste, that resulted in her doing nothing the next few days but replacing what she’d destroyed), and a couple other things, but nothing worked so far. She was getting a little worried. He was being allowed to stay until he decided what he wanted to do, but she was worried he might choose to leave, at this rate. Another week brought about another hunting trip, and Rayne heaved a heavy sigh as she walked by Aralith, the man chuckling at her sorrow. Well, more like finding it amusing that his protege seemed to have a rather large crush on their guest. “He’ll be alright eventually, Rayne.” He told her, patting her shoulder. “Those kinds of scars never entirely close, but the pain dulls with time.” “I just want to see him get better.” She mumbled, kicking at a rock with her boot. It was at this moment that they heard a sound which tore through the air and chilled the blood- an enraged roar of a bear, followed by snarling. The elves knocked their arrows and immediately sought higher ground, heading towards the source of the noise. Bears were a threat to the Halla, and the clan if they were mad, and the meat and hide was valuable. They crested the side of a ridge and looked down the cliff, seeing a large brown bear fighting with a Mabari female. There were a few small, bloody patches of fur scattered around, enough left of one corpse to indicate a fluffy puppy. The battle was fierce, and the bear seemed to be winning, though there was so much blood it was hard to tell for sure. Rayne and Aralith raised their bows as the bears jaws clamped on the Mabari’s throat, frothy bright blood gushing around his muzzle, just before their arrows flew, embedding themselves in his eye sockets, blinding him. The bear dropped it’s prize, giving a howling, enraged roar as the other hunters shot it as well, until finally the beast lay dead. Cautiously, they made their way down, Rayne feeling a throbbing across her lower back. Her scars remembered the bear that had attacked her as a youth, and she didn’t care to repeat the experience. She looked at the dead Mabari with some sorrow, as well as the dead puppies. Mabari were fierce and awesome dogs, it was a shame that- One of her ears twitched ad she turned her head towards the small den at the base of the cliff. She’d heard a sound... a whimper? A whine? She approached while the adults got to work on harvesting the bear, they didn’t wish to linger too long. She crouched down and peered into the cave, then fished around in her belt pouch for some of her traveling rations, selecting her prize of a bit of cheese. “Hi baby.” She cooed softly, holding out her hand. “The bear’s gone now. C’mere sweetie, I won’t hurt you...” There was a snuffle-snorting, a soft, quizzical noise, before the fluffiest, pudgiest puppy she’d ever seen plodded out on tiny, stubby legs, with huge paws. Dark gray and white with blue puppy eyes, he stared at her before taking the cheese, his tail slowly beginning to wag. He came fully out of the cave, snuffling at her, licking her skin and attacking her leathers with his tiny puppy teeth, giving a ‘fierce’ growl. She giggled and picked him up; it was love at first sight. Aralith sighed when he saw what she was bringing over. “Rayne-” “Please, Aralith!” She begged, cutting him off. “He came to me, he picked me! If we leave him here, he’ll die! I can take care of him, I can!” “He’d be your responisbility, Rayne. If he grows into a beast, you’ll have to end him yourself.” “He won’t! But if he does, I’ll take care of it.” She said hastily as he gave her a sharp look. “He’ll be a great hunting dog and a protector! He’s a Mabari, right?” Aralith gave the puppy a dubious look. That was a shaggier Mabari than he’d ever seen, but he shrugged. “Ask your mother when you get home.” “YYYYYES!” She cried as she gave him a big hug, making the puppy groan slightly, tongue poking out of it’s mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~~ After getting her mother’s permission to keep him, Rayne set about cleaning him up, chattering at him all the while. “You’ve got really big paws.” She said, “And you eat a ton. Like, where do you put it all?” She mumbled. “Well, you are kinda heavy... Maybe I should name you fatty.” The puppy barked at her. Once he was clean and dry, she had... an idea. She got up and began seeking out the young mage. He was sitting in the grass by the river, and she made her way over to sit by him, before plopping her squirmy bundle of puppy in his lap. “Here, meet my new partner.” She said, watching surprise cross his face as he looked down at the puppy, which began nosing him immediately and licking everything he could reach, including his face. “... What’s his name?” She brightened as he spoke, his voice a bit hoarse from disuse. “Puppy for now, I haven’t decided on his actual name.” She said with pride. “... Rayne, wasn’t it?” He said after a couple moments of petting the happily panting puffball. “Yeah.” He looked at her again as he hugged the puppy closer, giving her the most... fragile looking of smiles, and her heart pounded in her chest, breath catching briefly. “Thank you.” He said “I’m Taerel.” ((The end! @taerellavellan , I hope you like this as much as I liked writing it!))

#The end!#Taerel Lavellan #Rayne Lavellan #ryuchanwings #Mor Av'in as a puppy #before he gets his name #dragon age inquisition #Companion #inquisitor

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sketchyelvenasss · 8 years

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@taerellavellan I hope that the coat is in the color range you were looking for <3 and that you like it bc I love your son so much <3

#taerel lavellan #I really do love him so much #not my oc #my art #chibi centaurs

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thereluctantinquisitor · 8 years

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Inspired by this lovely comic by @taerellavellan!

A short story featuring her wonderful OC Taerel arriving at Skyhold, and being greeted by two complete dorks, casually hanging out by a tree... (full story under the cut) <3

“Wait, so I’m not meant to walk on clay ones?” Varlen rubbed the side of his head, his face scrunching a little as he thought back to all the rooftops he’d ever gone scampering across both in his past. He’d never even thought to check the kind of tiles, yet alone avoid certain types. “Why not?”

“Well, you can,” Delton amended with a breezy laugh, “I mean, nothing’s stopping you, exactly. It’s just they tend to crack and slide around. Losing your footing isn’t really ideal when the ground’s a solid twenty feet below you.” He grinned. “At least, I’m not a fan of it. They break sharp, too.”

Varlen nodded seriously, and catalogued this new (strangely specific) Delton fact into a dedicated corner of his mind. Perhaps one day, when they were a bit closer, Varlen would ask him how he ended up learning all these seemingly random things. But until then, it was interesting enough just to hear about them on occasion. A lot of them were oddly useful, in an incredibly specific kind of way.

“Say, Varlen… that a friend of yours?”

Blinking, Varlen glanced up at Delton, who was pointedly looking over in the direction of the gate. There was a curious tilt to his head, a half-conscious smile still lingering on the corner of his lips. Varlen followed his gaze, then immediately rolled his eyes.

“Oh yes. Of course. We elves all know each other, after all. In fact, that guy over there is pretty much family. His favourite colour is red, and his favourite food is lemon cake.” Varlen fixed Delton with a flat look, his sarcasm practically tangible. “We’re like a bee hive, you see. Or an army of ants. Collective conscience.” Varlen tapped the side of his head, and Delton raised his hands in mock surrender.

“All right, all right!” He was still smiling, but his voice carried with it an honest apology. “I admit, I didn’t think that one through; I’m sorry. It’s just…” Delton made an inarticulate gesture towards his face, and Varlen narrowed his eyes.

“Just what?”

Delton huffed sharply, but not in annoyance. It was as though he was looking for the right set of words, but they kept evading him. Folding his arms across his chest, he angled slightly so that it didn’t look like he was staring at the red-haired elf by the gate. Although, the newcomer appeared to be looking at the two of them with his own measure of quiet curiosity.

Delton sighed. “Ah, I don’t know. The only Dalish I’ve ever met are you, Riven, and Hanin. I suppose I just assumed…” he cut off his own thought with a shake of his head. “It’s not important. My mistake.”

Varlen relaxed a little, and reached out to pat Delton comfortingly on the shoulder. “You’re all right.” Turning back toward the gate, Varlen absolved him with a magnanimous wave of his hand. “I will let you off easy this time, for your contrition.”

Without missing a beat, Delton gave a mock bow, brimming with servile gratitude. “Your benevolence will not be forgotten, my leige.” With a flash of his perfect white teeth, he straightened, grinned, then nodded towards the newcomer. “So, should we go and say hello, or are we going to play pretend all afternoon?”

Varlen shrugged as though he wasn’t overly concerned, but the fact that he was already walking in the direction of the mysterious elven man was indicative of his near-uncontrollable curiosity. Delton’s chuckle drifted from behind Varlen, and the red-head caught up in a couple of jogged steps. Their sudden movement had not gone unnoticed. The newcomer elf blinked, amber eyes slipping quickly away from Varlen and Delton as though he had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. As they walked, Varlen found himself staring a little as the sun lit the strands of the man’s long, bright hair.

“His hair looks like if yours and mine had a love-child.” Varlen declared quietly, his voice dead serious. Delton’s steps faltered a bit in surprise, but he managed to recover relatively quickly despite it.

“Well… that’s a little strange to say.” Delton mused, dropping his voice as they began to draw closer. Varlen’s blue eyes snapped across to him, hurt.

“No it’s not,” he muttered defensively, but his quickly reddening cheeks gave him away. Raising an eyebrow, Delton motioned subtly towards the other Dalish.

“It’s not? Really. You want to go tell him that, then?”

Varlen bristled. “W-What? No! That would be weird.”

At first, Delton opened his mouth to point out the obvious, but gave up and closed it again. Instead, he resorted to an amused shake of the head and turned his attention to the other elven man. They had drawn close enough that their intentions were clear, and Delton raised a hand in warm greeting.

“Hello, friend! Can’t say I’ve seen you around here before.” His voice was lilting and clear, the distinct accent of Starkhaven carrying easily across the small courtyard that separated them. “You look a little out-of-sorts. Maybe we can be of assistance, hm?”

The elven man shifted slightly, but met Delton’s gaze without the tell-tale wariness Varlen had honestly been expecting. It was hard to know, sometimes. Every Dalish had their own host of experiences with outsiders. Some good, a lot not so much. But when the elven man spoke, it was only with a slight edge to his voice. Not angry, but perhaps a little wary. A smart amount, all things considered.

“I’m not out-of-sorts.” He said with a slight shrug. Despite the noncommittal gesture, his cheeks were a whispered shade of pink as he looked between Delton and Varlen. “I’m where I want to be.” Hesitating, the elf’s bright amber gaze slipped slightly, revealing a hint of uncertainty. “You… are with the Inquisition, right?”

Varlen’s face relaxed into a grin as Delton laughed brightly beside him. Planting his hands on his hips, Delton fixed the elven man with an amused look, making a point to keep his tone light-hearted and amicable.

“Well I certainly hope so, or I’ve gone and signed up for the wrong organisation!” He held out his hand, giving the newcomer a whip-crack smile. “The name’s Delton, by the way.”

The stiffness in the elf’s shoulders seemed to lessen a touch, and after only a brief pause, he reached out to shake Delton’s offered hand. “Taerel. Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Delton responded with a slow look of appraisal, then released him to wave graciously in Varlen’s direction. “My suddenly mute friend here is Varlen. He appears to have forgotten his tongue somewhere by the tree over there.”

Sniffing indignantly, Varlen straightened, making full use of his few extra inches of height to side-eye Delton darkly. Although, despite his best efforts, Varlen had a sinking feeling that he more resembled a kicked puppy. “Funny,” he sneered, “that’s only because you never shut up.”

With a hearty chuckle from deep in his chest, Delton clapped Varlen on the back. An attempt to convey his oh so sincere apologies, no doubt. Varlen shrugged him off. His sour expression melted away suddenly, and he gave Taerel a bubbly smile, as bright and warm as a summer afternoon. Stepping toward him, Valren elected to ignore Delton’s existence for the time being.

“Andaran atish'an. It’s nice to see another Dalish wanting to join up.” Varlen said, also reaching out to shake Taerel’s hand. As they shook, Varlen couldn’t help but smile as he noticed the feather in his hair, and the length of multi-coloured beads that hung to one side of his head. They trailed past his neck, teal and green and amber like his eyes. With a gesture to his own hair, Varlen drew Taerel’s attention to the source of his intrigue. “They’re lovely -- the beads,” he amended hurriedly when a flash of confusion crossed Taerel’s face. “I like the colours.”

To Varlen’s surprise, Taerel smiled back, mirroring Varlen’s gesture as he ran his fingers absently along the bright decoration in his hair. “Thanks. It’s a bit of a habit of mine. I’ve done it ever since I was young.”

There was a lull in conversation as the two elves stood smiling at each other, a kind of warmth briefly passing between them. Then the moment stretched a little further, and Varlen swallowed, wracking his brain for something to say. Thankfully, a familiar voice drifted over to rescue them before it grew uncomfortable.

“Go on, Varlen. If you ask nicely, maybe he’ll braid your hair for you too.” Delton chimed in from his banished position off to the side. At first there was a pause, as though neither of the elven men were quite sure whether or not Delton was teasing them, but the tension quickly evaporated when Varlen flushed a deep crimson. Like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Shut up – that’s not…!” Varlen stammered unconvincingly, his face too honest for his own good. He let out a shaky, high-pitch laugh as he took a quick step away from Taerel. “Sorry. Feel free to just, uh, ignore him. He’s a real smart-arse.” Delton gave a suitably melodramatic gasp, and Varlen forged on through his embarrassment. “I promise I’m not going to make you braid my hair. I-I mean… unless you want to...” Trailing off clumsily, Varlen suddenly became occupied with looking everywhere but at Taerel. Mercifully, Delton swept in to rescue the conversation before it lapsed into a full-blown awkward silence.

“Be that as it may,” he continued smoothly, then gestured gallantly towards the main building of Skyhold, “am I right in assuming you might like to see the Inquisitor? There aren’t many Dalish lining up to join the cause, after all. Certainly not alone, as I wager you are. I’m sure she’d like to meet you.”

Varlen was nodding emphatically, apparently grateful for the change in conversation. “She would - I’m sure of it! Riv could probably use a break from all those war meetings anyway.” He scowled at the mention of the meetings, wrinkling his nose like a disgusted puppy that held a long and personal grudge. But the expression shifted again with near dizzying swiftness, and soon Varlen was beaming brightly once more. Taking Taerel gently by the upper arm, he was practically buzzing with excitement. “Well come on, then! No point loitering around here anymore.”

Slightly taken aback, Taerel hurried to engage his feet as Varlen began guiding him towards the Great Hall, babbling excitedly about anything and everything to prevent the potential for another awkward silence. So they walked, and Varlen talked about his sister, the size of her ridiculous throne, the food at the Herald’s Rest, how great the echo in the library was...

Delton also decided to join them, and moved to walk on Taerel’s other side. He gave the red-haired elf an apologetic look as Varlen continued with his panicked induction of their newest recruit, which seemed to consist of a near-incessant stream of random facts about Skyhold. Taerel managed to respond to Delton with a bewildered smile, before returning to nod and hum politely at Varlen’s newest declaration about the rookery. Did you know that a group of crows is called a murder? How dark is that! Makes you kinda nervous, considering who they belong to. Phew - scary lady!

Eventually, Varlen calmed down, and the conversation became somewhat less one-sided. As they walked, Varlen couldn’t help but wonder what clan Taerel was from. How much he knew about the world beyond the aravel. After all, he had his vallaslin, so he must have spent a significant amount of time with his clan before leaving for Skyhold. Now that Varlen thought about it, Taerel didn’t seem nearly as nervous about the whole Inquisition thing as Varlen had been at the start. In fact, he had gone out of his way to seek them out and join up.

That alone was enough to spark Varlen’s interest, and he could tell by the way Delton looked at Taerel with his slow discerning gaze that he felt the same. A smile tinged the corner of Varlen’s lips as Taerel replied to one of Delton’s questions. That he chose to sign up because he just wanted to make a difference, however small it might be. Both Delton and Varlen exchanged an approving glance at that. Their gaze held the familiar weight of a shared sentiment. The first one they had ever toasted to, back at the small tavern in Haven. Back before they had lost it all to fire and snow.

Fools and heroes, the lot of us.

Good. Taerel would fit in just fine.

#PHEW i had to get that off my chest #reluctant writes #taerel lavellan #varlen lavellan #delton #companion!taerel #other people's ocs #(I hope Taerel was okay! I admit I wasn't too sure how he would speak to them during their first meeting!)#taerellavellan #(also mentions of the lovely Riven Lavellan #who is busy actually doing work rather than slacking off like her brother and the Starkhaven dork)

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rhonuscorner · 1 year

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A new Tae dropped!

I’m trying to get back into the swing of hopefully regular art by updating Taerel’s old ref - not a whole lot of changes, it’s mostly his hair. The previous side-shave style wasn’t working out for me after all, and I missed his fabulous long hair from his old Solavellan days. I wanted to change the style though (and use a different hair model) so now it’s longer, thicker and - in art at least - curlier at the ends. And I kinda really like it!

I also gotta redraw two of his outfits but yeah, I really like the 2023!Tae. It’s inspiring for sure.

2020 really killed all my motivation for him and Dragon Age in general when I fell back into it late 2019, it didn’t help that my previous PC also really hated the game for reasons I couldn’t figure out, and I’ve barely done any art since. Finished maybe a handful of pieces.

I finally got a new PC a few months ago and it runs everything I throw at it perfectly which meant I could finally do a fully modded playthrough of DAI again. I’m having a ton of fun replaying this game after so many years.

So yes, I’m looking forward to doing some actual illustrations again soon, maybe comics because I loved doing those. Tae’s sassy snark (and angst) was always a lot of fun to explore XD

I also need to follow some more DA blogs again 👀

#Lavellan #Dragon Age Inquisition #DAI #Inquisitor #Inquisitor Lavellan #Dragon Age Inquisitor #Taerel Lavellan #Rhonu blogs Dragon Age #Rhonu draws #Rhonu screens #WIP #I also need to finish up Jarv's new ref but I'll get to that

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taerellavellan · 5 years

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Another teaser pic for Taerel’s giant reference sheet that’s in the works!

I’VE UPDATED MY BLOG THEME WITH A NEW ONE and I needed these for one of the pages. I was so sick of the old theme, I did like how it looked with the banner and everything, but the blog itself was pretty broken. Messed up my posts and such. This new theme is the same one I’m using for Jarvaazim’s blog @oceans-bleed-black so they work nice together. ^___^

I’ve also updated some of the pages. Taerel’s backstory hasn’t changed, but I’ve added some stuff about his family to his biography page. Also the tag list is a mess but there is no way I’m going through ALL of my posts and update them with new tags relating to Tae’s old Solavellan days and his new canon.

Back to the pics. First one is before the anchor (his natural eye color), second one is with the anchor and the third one is during Trespasser. I drew these about a year ago but I still like how they look. I might update them a little bit later on (because ‘y know, old art).

Those who have been following me for a while already know, but when Taerel received the anchor, its green seeped into his eyes. The more time passes, the more it swallows up his golden/amber eye color, until there’s no trace of it left. A more detailed description can be found on the Anchor page on my blog.

#Taerel Lavellan #Lavellan #Inquisitor #Dragon Age Inquisition #DAI #elf #dalish #art #tae art #tae 2.0

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ryuchanwings · 7 years

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Companion Rayne- Meeting a life long friend- Part 2

The trip back to the camp wasn’t terribly eventful, Rayne made the best she could of the trip as she plucked the splinters out of the mage-boy’s hands and brushed as many of the creepy-crawlies as she could off him. She broke the silence when she could, humming under her breath or murmuring to him about one random thing or another, such as something funny she saw with a rabbit the other day, or repeating a story she’d been told by the Hearthmistress. The stag they rode was graceful and silent, his back making the ride fairly steady save for a gentle swaying. By the time they reached the others, Rayne had temporarily run out of things to ramble about. She fumbled with the buckle on the belt for a moment or two before getting it loose as the Keeper approached, the adults helping the redheaded male off the Hart. “Rayne, could you clean Nen up please?” Aralith asked as he patted the side of the large herbivore’s neck. Catching the teen’s pause and lingering stare at the newcomer, he gave a small smile. “Now, please. He’s not going to slip away while you’re gone.” Her blue-green eyes flicked back to his quickly as she flushed, then nodded. “Y-yes, sorry...” She mumbled as she reached up and took hold of Nen’s harness. “Come on, Nen, let’s go get that off...” She removed his tack and harness, setting aside the leathers to oil later, taking a brush and getting to work on the dark brown, shaggy coat. She cleared away all the burrs and brambles, taking all the excess fur he was shedding and stuffing it in a bag for later use. Sure, hart hair smelled a little musky if it wasn’t treated properly, but stuff it into a coat or a pillow and it sure could be warm and comfortable. Rayne never took shortcuts when it came to dealing with animals, so it wasn’t until some time later that she was finished cleaning him up, letting him return to the small herd that stayed near the Halla. Task complete at last, she ran back over to the center of camp, only to see that the meeting was over. Her mother turned and smiled at her, opening her arms to welcome her into a hug. “Hello, dear one.” “Hello Mother!” She replied, giving her a hug. “Where’s the boy? Are we keeping him? Is he gonna be okay? Are-” “Slow down!” Arinaya said with a laugh as she lightly squeezed her shoulder. “He’s alright, he’s sleeping. He exhausted himself.” She said as she glanced at the Aravel. “So we’re going to be very quiet and let him sleep, right?” The thirteen year old nodded solemnly. Her mother was a good healer, she’d be able to make sure he pulled through okay. Once preparations were made for bed, they climbed into the Aravel and made themselves comfortable, sleeping next to their now-clean visitor. Rayne turned on her side to study his face better. He had a very fine face, despite the scrapes and bruises, but what she was most drawn to was his hair. It was just like hers! The same color! Or well, close to it. She didn’t know his eye color yet, because he was still asleep, but that was okay. She never really understood the term flat ear, they all had the same sort of pointy ears, didn’t they? It was a silly phrase. She found herself smiling a little as she went to sleep. Warded as they were, her dreams wouldn’t be very eventful that night, but that was alright. She had enough excitement for the day. ~~~~~~ It was several days later before the young man woke up, but it certainly excited Rayne by the time she came home from another hunting trip with the others. She could barely contain herself as she helped take care of their catch, then darted over to where the clan seemed to be gathered. He was sitting by the fire with a bowl of stew sitting on his lap, staring at it in a solemn manner as he listened to the adults speaking around him. His eyes, she saw with delight, were different from hers, more of a honey-amber. Of course... He didn’t seem very happy. She learned that his name was Taerel, and his parents had been Dalish before living in the Alienage. She heard whispers of what had happened, so she knew that he was rightfully distraught about what had happened, but... well, he couldn’t let it weigh on him forever, right? Despair was really bad for mages. So, she decided; she was going to cheer him up and become his friend. ((To be Continued...)) ((Part two of a gift for @taerellavellan !!))

#Taerel Lavellan #Rayne Lavellan #ryuchanwings #Companion #Inquisitor #dragon age inquisition #Fanfic #Part 2

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rhonuscorner · 1 year

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I’m still working on updating Taerel’s whole character sheet, slowly but surely getting there. I have 7 out of 8 outfits fully finished - some only needed some altering, others need to be completely redrawn from scratch - and I finished redrawing his hair on all but 2, plus some minor detailing here and there. I still have to completely redo his Dalish gear which I’m not looking forward to lol. I hate the one I designed the last time but eh, I’ll figure something out. It’s the least important one anyway because I’ll probably never draw him in his Dalish outfit again after this... unless I give in and decide to torture myself by doing a comic of how he briefly ended up in Kirkwall as a freshly vallaslin’ed 18 year old >>;;;;

The ones teased here are, left to right, pre-Skyhold field gear, Halamshiral, post-Trespasser casual. I’ll go into more detail about them all when the whole thing is finished.

Looking at Tae’s face makes me happyyyyyy but I need a big break lol.

Lastly, semi-related: I really hate having to bring it up, but reblogs are really appreciated 👏 I need to build up my audience again and y’know... likes are nice but they don’t help me in that regard. You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course, no hard feelings or anything XD but please know that I’d really appreciate it! ❤️ Also if you’re a DA blog I’ll come check you out because I really need to find some more active people to follow ^_^

#Lavellan #Dragon Age Inquisition #DAI #Inquisitor #Inquisitor Lavellan #Dragon Age Inquisitor #Taerel Lavellan #Rhonu blogs Dragon Age #Rhonu draws #so much gold lmao #fancy boy #actual Disney Prince Taerel Lavellan

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rhonuscorner · 1 year

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That moment when you think you’re finally fully satisfied with your canon DAI worldstate, when suddenly, LI doubts

Ugh I need to rant 😂

So I finished my Bullmance playthrough yesterday, I updated the keep and figured I’m fully ready for DAD now.

During that last scene with Solas in Trespasser yesterday I was really feeling the Solas feels again, but no. Not happening. I did his romance with Tae once years ago, I enjoyed it, but ultimately I prefer him in a good trusted friend and mentor role. I went back to Bull, who was my first choice for Tae way back on release day and figured not even Dorian could change my mind.

I’ve done a Dorianmance too and I love him, but ultimately, I prefer him as one of Tae’s closest friends as well.

And I do really love Bull, I always considered him a really good fit for Taerel (no pun intended) and he’s still one of my favorite characters... but there was this nagging feeling in the back of my mind during this playthrough that I couldn’t really put my finger on and was difficult to ignore. I knew it was related to the romance because I got the option to lock in a romance with Dorian before Bull and I agonized over it before I told myself no, stick with the plan.

It’s been almost 10 years since I first settled on Bull for Tae, and Tae’s grown so much as a character even to this day, especially recently now that I’ve started working on his story again and I always figured... if not Dorian and Solas, who else is there for Tae to romance? As in, characters that I like as well?

I was on AO3 just now and somehow I ended on the Male Lavellan/Cullen tag aaaaaaaaaaaand here we are. Doubting.

And I don’t need this right now! 🤣 I’ve done three different romances with Tae but Cullen was never a real part of that picture and neither was Blackwall. Yet I just took a moment to envision what it would be like if Cullen and Tae were close in that manner and... it actually has potential. And I dunno how I feel about that.

I never much cared for Cullen before, I didn’t dislike him, I was just... neutral about his character. But I really enjoyed him this time around, and maybe it’s because I’m older too compared to the last time I played this game (2016). I guess that makes sense.

Just the whole... Elven mage who is an important religious figure and actually converts to Andrastianism one day... plus disgruntled ex Templar who is very religious and also has massive magic related PTSD. I could really do a lot with that and my brain is trying to run away with it.

So now I am very conflicted lol. I know there’s a bi Cullen mod on nexus, I don’t know if it still works (the comments on the mod page make me question) but I kinda wanna try it out, even though I JUST finished a playthrough.

On the other hand I’m like NO. STICK WITH BULL.

On the other other hand... I could have Adoribull in my game >3>

I dunno what to dooooooooo. I NEVER for ONE second since I first played DAO waaaaaaay back when... that one day I’d be considering Cullen as an LI. What the fuck lol

I’m gonna sleep on it and give it some more thought tomorrow but... yeah, I may actually try it out and see if I really like it or if I can really rule it out. >>;

#Taerel Lavellan #Cullen Rutherford #Iron Bull #Dorian Pavus #Dragon Age Inquisition #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #*frustrated Dutch noises*#brain please make up your mind #I already know I'm gonna try it in a new playthrough >>#I'm weak like that #HHHHHH!!!!!!#Rhonu blogs Dragon Age #and has massive LI woes currently #send help #if I do this #Cullen will be LI number 4 with Tae #what does that even say about my boy 😂

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rhonuscorner · 3 years

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FINALLY after not having played for years and after countless of hours fiddling with my mods I finally managed to get it stable!

Aaah Tae, I missed your face! <333 Have a little compilation, I’ve only just recruited Bull so I haven’t had many opportunities to snap nice screenshots yet.

I don’t even remember how many times I’ve had to reconfigure and re-merge my daimod patch in the last week. Dozens of times, it was painful lol. There were a couple of times where I didn’t know which mod was causing problems, and it’s easier to fix with frosty mods, but oh well. I managed to get it done! ^__^

I dunno if I’ll be able to get through known problematic areas without incident, but I took every precaution I could so hopefully I can get through it with all my mods enabled. Trespasser is gonna be interesting. I had to remove a few mods but I still have close to 170 daimod and frosty mods running. Got it all organized so future playthroughs should be simply plug and play.

I haven’t played in so long I’m actually enjoying running around in the Hinterlands again, who would’ve thought 😂

#Taerel Lavellan #Dragon Age Inquisition #Lavellan #Inquisitor Lavellan #Dragon Age #Tae's come a loooooooooooong way since his first iteration #holy crap #this should 100% be his canon version though #his final form!#now to stop being lazy and draw him more often #I didn't spent so much time on his massive character sheet to not use it ><#I really miss drawing Jarv too ssssshhh #but we'll see #I'm still hopelessly obessed with Regan and TWD too #but the latest DA4 news really inspired me #Rhonu screens #Rhonu blogs Dragon Age

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rhonuscorner · 4 years

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Starting this blog with this bad boy now that I’ve completely fallen back into Dragon Age hell. This has been in the works for well over a year and words cannot describe how glad I am it’s finally done. Tae is my precious and I loves him lots. <3

To new followers, welcome! To old followers, welcome back ;A;! There’s a lot more I wanted to say but I’ve been staring at this thing for more days than I care to remember to finish this, it’s past midnight and I can barely think straight lol.

This blog is still a work in progress, there’s still a lot to make and a lot to add, but it’s all coming. Now that Tae’s gigantic character sheet is no longer bogging me down I can finish things up faster.

So happy to finally be back in action, I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a long time. <3

I am never drawing his Haven outfit ever again, fuck that pattern lmao

#Dragon Age #Dragon Age Inquisition #Lavellan #Inquisitor Lavellan #inquisitor #Taerel Lavellan #my art #character sheet #Taerel ala 2020 #technically Taerel ala 2018 because that is when I began working on this #blame RDR2 for most of my procrastinating #damn game took over my life for months #but for now I can't wait to play DAI again #it's been years!!#gotta make all the screenshots!#have to wait for my new hard drive to come in though #sad face #Rhonu draws #Rhonu blogs Dragon Age

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rhonuscorner · 4 years

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Because it will be a while before I can get a new harddrive and actually play DAI again, here are some older but still mostly accurate screenies of Taerel. I can’t wait to play this game again and get a ton of proper screenshots <3

#Taerel Lavellan #Dragon Age Inquisition #Inquisitor #Lavellan #Inquisitor Lavellan #Rhonu blogs Dragon Age #Rhonu screens

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rhonuscorner · 4 years

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Is Tae romancing the Bull now? :o

Yup! Actually, he has been back with Bull for a while now, ever since I stepped away from Solas. Bull was my original choice for him and the first character I romanced when DAI came out (back when Tae was still a test character). I ended up liking him with Bull so much I romanced him again on my second playthrough, the third was with Dorian, and I also briefly entertained a threesome romance (which I may go back to).

The only reason I switched to Solas as Tae’s canon romance was because I actually bothered to befriend him in my Dorian playthrough, something I neglected to do in both Bull playthroughs, and I really enjoyed Solas’ high approval friendship.

That’s the thing though. I never finished that playthrough because I ultimately enjoyed his friendship more than I did the romance, and for a pretty long while I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do next, because most people followed me for the Tae/Solas content and I knew I wasn’t going to make more of that.

It’s part of the reason why it took me so long to come back to tumblr’s Dragon Age fandom (the other reason being that Tae’s reference sheet took so long lol), and also why I made a new blog instead of continuing the old one. I had a lot of changes to make in Tae’s story, things to rewrite and add for Bull, and yeah...

I’m happy with it though. Bull fits (no pun intended), Tae’s personality really meshes well with him, always has and while I did genuinely have a lot of fun with Tae’s Solavellan days, my first choice for him was ultimately still the best one lol. I adore Bull, he’s my favorite

Now I just need to beat this MASSIVE art block I’m in so I can actually do some art, I haven’t drawn Bull in years lol.

#Rhonu replies #Taerel Lavellan #Iron Bull #thanks for asking <3 #chaitea09

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taerellavellan · 5 years

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Okay. Hi. In light of tumblr’s latest failure

I wasn’t gonna mention this yet because it’s not done yet, and I wanted to wait, but I’m working on a mmmmaaaassssiiiiivvvveeee blog/Tae update that’s been in the works for a very long time. I was actually hoping to get it all done before DA4′s announcement soon but I’m not gonna make that deadline lol.

However, because tumblr is dumb, I’m kinda stuck on what to do next. I am considering joining pillowfort because it seems like the best alternative that’s closest to tumblr, and I’ve been looking at other alternatives as well (not twitter though, twitter doesn’t like me) but the thing is... as faulty as this site is, I like using it. I like the community and the people.

I know I’ve been gone for a long time and people may not care much about my content anymore but I was really looking forward to re-establishing contact with those I used to interact with (where possible) through Tae (and Jarv), and I have so many plans... and now I don’t know if I’ll be able to, or want to if tumblr continues to force restrictions and censorship down our throats.

As it stands now I’ll stick around and wait to see what happens in the coming two weeks.Whatever I decide, I’ll post an update here when I do, for those who are still interested in following Tae’s story.

Pillowfort really does look promising so it’s likely I’ll join it either way. But yeah, I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m still around and working on something big. ^-^

#personal #blog update #Taerel Lavellan

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taerellavellan · 5 years

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@chaitea09 tagged me last line meme but I’m gonna post a small...ish snippit as well. I haven’t written anything in a while, my RPs have been really slow going lately. *sad face*

This is from an old short story I wrote two or so years ago, set during the end of Trespasser, shortly after Solas took the anchor away. There’s talk about amputation but nothing more. Also, Tae being Tae, even with his arm close to falling off.

Leading her away from the bed with a firm but gentle push, Cassandra walked over to where the physician stood, who busied himself with wiping his bloodied hands clean on a towel. “And?”

The physician sighed and glanced towards the bed, where Dorian was making small talk with Taerel to keep him distracted, and shook his head. “Can't be saved.” he murmured with a grimace and tossed the bloodied towel on the table. “I had hoped to at least be able to preserve some of his arm, but whatever the anchor did has done enough damage I don't see any other way. Not even magic will be able to restore it to function. It's best if we...” The man paused and raised his hand, making a sharp sawing motion. “Right at the shoulder. I would greatly value m'lady's help in stabilizing the area and prevent excessive bleeding while I work.”

Cassandra managed a grim nod, lips settling into a tight frown and she glanced back towards the bed. And now to tell him the bad news. “Inquisitor,” she began, approaching he bed slowly. “the physician says-”

“I heard.” His voice was soft and laced with pain, his words coming out with a slight slur. She blinked, and Taerel managed a wry chuckle. “Knife ears, remember? Got g-good hearing.”

Some of the tension in her shoulders lifted. “Right... of course. Then you know we have to do this now.”

It wasn't a question. Taerel merely nodded in understanding, the smile melting off his face, and at that moment the door opened and Varric slipped back inside.

“Don't ruffle your feathers, Seeker.” he said quickly and raised a hand. “My watch has been taken over by two of Harding's scouts. The rest of the inner circle is being notified as we speak. How are you doing, Twitches?”

Taerel took a deep shaky breath as Varric neared the bed and shrugged before he could stop himself, regretting the move instantly as it sent more spasms of pain through his body. “Ahh... y-you... remember that o-one time we were in... the Emerald Graves and we r-ran into those mating giants?”

“The ones who were so pissed because we’d interrupted their privacy?”

A nod. “This d-doesn't even come close.”

“That bad, huh?”

Taerel frowned and turned his head, fixing the dwarf with a blank stare, and Varric couldn't find it within himself to look away; it was so odd to see his natural eye color now that it was no longer being swallowed up by the anchor's vibrant green residue. The deep amber of his eyes was really quite pretty... if not rather glazed over right now.

“I can s-see the bones in my h-hand, Varric.” Taerel muttered, and Varric chuckled, patting his other hand. He tried not to look at the bloodied mess that was the Inquisitor's left arm, yet found it almost impossible not to. Morbid curiosity was a bitch at times.

“You shouldn't have looked.”

“Well, I did. Nearly threw u-up all over Dorian on the way h-here too.” A shocked gasp came from the mage sitting beside the bed, Dorian dramatically reeling backwards with a hand over his heart. “You didn't!”

“A-almost. All over y-your precious Tevinter s-silks. Y-you're lucky I love you s-so much.”

The physician cut in before Dorian could reply, and held up a rolled up ball of fabric. “To bite into. We have to do this now, your worship.”

Taerel eyed the makeshift gag and slowly nodded, swallowing thickly as he fought the wave of nauseating fear. This was going to be excruciating... but with luck he'd pass out within seconds. And besides, it couldn't hurt worse than what he'd already lived through today, could it? Solas... “Hey, doc...” he called out, banning the memories of him to the best of his abilities as his eyes fell on the bone saw, eyeing it with a wary but resigned gaze. “Try n-not... to kill me, okay? I've ha-ad enough of that f-for one day. No p-pressure of course.”

Tagging @ryuchanwings @themanwhosurvived @eternallygraceful @sketchyelvenharts @sunshinemage and whoever else wants to, consider yourselves tagged.

#I can't do short snippits lol #Taerel Lavellan #tw: amputation #Dragon Age Inquisition #Trespasser #writing

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