#gale lavellan

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Updated Gale again. The side/undercut thing has been driving me nuts for AGES, but it's what he had in my DA:I run. I do wish they had a good one that suited him better in Veilguard, but I actually went through all the hair options I felt he might have taken on after a decade, and this one really felt right. SO! Welcome Gale Lavellan - Veilguard Edition 2.0 (Original version here: X)

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Fitting

Written for @rachelleofalltrades, for her sweet OC Isla Cadash! I hope you enjoy!

“Wow! You look amazing!” Tash smiled widely as Isla entered the room, her gown shimmering in the light. With splashes of soft robin’s-egg blue and pastel pink, it seemed to change color as she moved, giving the dwarven woman a distinctly ethereal feel. The matching eyeshadow and lip gloss she wore only heightened the effect.

As part of the Ambassador’s staff, Isla was preparing for the journey to the Winter Palace, and today was an Inquisition-wide outfit fitting day, a veritable army of tailors swarming Skyhold. Tash was sitting in his long black frock coat with gold trim, supremely at ease in the fine clothing. Gale, one of Tash’s bodyguards and Josephine’s suitor, reclined against the wall, his frame already clad in a red coat similar to Tash’s, the young Inquisitor’s own design, with assistance from Vivienne, Leliana, and the seamstress.

Josephine made a few notes on her clipboard. “I do appreciate Madame Vivienne’s insistence we make use of her seamstress, but it is quite difficult managing all the different outfits.”

“Would you prefer it if I wore something different?” Isla asked sweetly, smirking at the ambassador.

“Not at all. If we cannot win in solidarity, we may as well win in style.”

“Hear hear.” Tash grinned, earning a disapproving glance from Josie.

“Er, Ambassador?” a deep voice rumbled. Vylandin, the half-elf from Clan Mithra in the Anderfels and Tash’s other bodyguard, came into view. He was a giant of a man, even by human standards, and the material of the coat stretched tightly across his expansive chest. “I think there’s something wrong.”

“Ah! Ser Vylandin!” Josephine cried. “You’re losing a button!”

“Oops.” was all Vy could utter before the button popped, and the coat ripped open, revealing his muscular torso.

Isla smirked, licking her lips unconsciously and earning a similar look from Vylandin.

“Tash, come quick, let us secure another shirt for Ser Vylandin.” Josephine stammered. The boy gave one last wide-eyed look at the giant’s muscular chest.

“Do we have to? I mean, I hear the Iron Bull is going shirtless.”

“He is doing nothing of the sort.” Josephine retorted firmly as she and the Inquisitor and Gale left down the hall.

Vy moved slowly closer to Isla, winking as she lifted herself onto the ambassador’s desk in an attempt to reach his height. “Well, scrunch down! Don’t keep a lady waiting.”

“In this state of undress? Maybe I should go.” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her gently, his hands reaching up to run through her hair. It was only rehearsal, after all, so she didn’t mind his huge hands warm against her skin, messing up her hairdo.

“Mmm, I absolutely forbid it. I think you look much better out of your uniform... oops.” Isla blushed, but Vy only laughed and kissed her again.

“Then I shall try to remain out of it as much as possible, for you.”

“Hah. You tease me so.”

Vylandin mused. “I think I could use some decoration. Perhaps you could braid those colored beads you’re so fond of into my hair again, for the Inquisition.”

“Don’t say that unless you mean it.” Isla warned, smiling.

“I mean every word, my sweet. Now... dance with me?”

“Don’t mind if I do. Just one thing first.” she said, reaching out and squeezing Vylandin’s pectoral, making a honking sound as she did so. He burst into laughter and swept her into a hug.

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Hooooooooolllll up! I went a ways back in your blog, and your Inky fucked Zevran?! Excuse me what?!

PFFT Yep! XDD It was a one-time encounter the night before Gale was meant to scope the place out, and ended up getting the mark on his hand. Zev never found love again after Fahren, but he absolutely didn't stay celibate. That man would never. And Fahren absolutely had that chat with him because he knew his time was limited thanks to the blight in his veins. He would go early one way or another, so he definitely told our favorite dashing Antivan assassin to at least try to move on should the worst happen.

And just because I need to tell myself as well as all of you - NO, he is NOT one of Dardin'an's 'older men' XDD Though the thought IS tempting...I'm totally not gonna change my mind.... But I can't have him getting 3/4 of my heroes. Half is more than enough.

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I gotta know! Which of your heroes can sing!?

Ooh! I like this one!

Fahren could sing, but he almost never did. Zevran is probably the only person who ever heard him sing in moments where they slipped away from camp before the fight against the Archdemon. But his voice was angelic.

Dareth Hawke is as tone deaf as they come, but he loves singing...Fenris puts up with it because he loves him dearly.

Gale can sing, though he mostly reserves it for Dalish gatherings with Clan Lavellan...Granted, after the Final Blight, after all the revelations about the gods, he likely does it more for Dorian. He's pretty proud of his voice, but it was always just his way of celebrating the gods he once worshiped. Now? It's for anything else.

Dardin'an probably has the best singing voice of them all. Though, theirs would absolutely be more suited to something like rock and roll, country(like, the good kind, not the shitty modern crap...Think Johnny Cash era), or something heavier, but they can pull off some insane notes Broadway would be jealous of. Theirs is a raspy voice, deep, but soft...I don't know how to explain it more than that, but they absolutely sing a lot. They've got a side hobby of writing and singing music. Honestly, they'd be a bard if this were Baldur's Gate LOL But they are too much of an action-hound to be one in the world of Dragon Age. I've always pictured them as the type to sing in the bath or 'shower'(waterfall? XD). If we had gotten the bathhouse from the concepts, that place would have been their main hangout for the acoustics LOL

I actually have some videos in mind that I'm trying to get all the recordings for. In my head, I hear Dardin'an singing them, even though the songs are VERY much not done by anyone who sounds like them (though one of the songs in question IS 'Sucker' from Arcane, and that voice IS close)

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Some switchups in the OC department.

Henry Lucas is no longer face claimed by Matthew Nozka, but by Grayson (or Ethan, not sure) Dolan

Gale Lavellan is no longer face claimed by Colton Haynes, but by Eddie Granger

New character Trystan Eremon, face claimed by Christian Hogue. Thanks to @jacklyn-flynn and @darlingrutherford for helping me with backstory, and for everyone who helped me choose his face!

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Out of your ocs, who likes it more when they're tied up or having their lover tied up?

Likes to be tied more: Cal Hawke, Gale Lavellan, Mila Cooper, Elyan Cousland, Trystan Eremon

Likes to tie more: Aster Amell, Ava Hawke, Henry Lucas, Mikhail Surana, Teddy Trevelyan, Hektor Kadra

Likes it equally: Lottie Gamez, Athalan, Morgan Walker, Aric the Shadow, Silas Tabris, Enzo de Ghislain

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Dragon Age 100 Prompts #16: Water

“So, you truly do not know?” Josephine asked, smiling softly at her husband, who was glaring distrustfully at the Antivan surf as it rolled in.

“I grew up in the forests and around Ferelden. When would I have learned?” Gale said ruefully.

Josephine smirked, running her hand down his bare back. “I do not mind if we don’t go into the water today. I can teach you to swim some other time.”

Gale smiled at her. “As much as I appreciate how much skin we are both showing in these bathing costumes, I do want to learn. I want to swim with you, and your family.” He glanced at her stomach with a soft grin. “I want to help teach our child how to swim.”

Josephine leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. “A pity,” she said playfully.

“You’ll have plenty of time to see me shirtless later. In our bedroom.”

“Well, that certainly changes things.” she joked. “Right, my lord, let us educate you.”

“As always, I’m all yours, Josie.” Gale smiled, allowing her to lead him into the water. Until, of course, he touched the frigid liquid and squealed in shock, earning a cacophony of giggling from his loving wife.

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Vir’abelasan

~A story detailing the repercussions of Tash drinking from the Well of Sorrows~

Tagging @darlingrutherford​ 

“I can feel it... it’s... hungry.” Tash shuddered. He winced, the echoes from the Fade swirling around him. He had always felt the comforting presence of his guardian spirits swirling around him, but now... they were outnumbered. There was a throng of spirits out there, angry and vicious. But a presence beyond that nestled in the depths of the Well. 

Morrigan scoffed. “How could you possibly know that?”

Tash raised an eyebrow, although he kept his eyes fixed on the Well, as if it might reach out and grab him with a watery hand. “Abelas said that the priests put their will into the Well, right? What if it’s some sort of magical compulsion? A geas or something?”

Solas gave a soft noise of affirmation. “It is said that Mythal’s priests were exceptionally powerful, granted magic by their mistress…”

The witch seemed disconcerted that the child before her had thought of that and she hadn’t. “It is... possible. But that is all the more reason that I should take the power of the Well. I assume the risks.”

“The risks... and the rewards.” Vivienne scoffed. “I would sooner trust the Well to the false Warden than to the witch, my dear.”

“And you would have a child risk binding himself to the lingering will of elf priests?” Morrigan sneered. “And I thought that Madame de Fer could sink no lower.”

“Careful, darling, your famous husband isn’t here to mind your tongue for you.” Vivienne said tartly.

Blackwall huffed. “Can you two quit bickering? This isn’t a tea party.”

Tash nodded. “Play nice.”

Gale knelt next to him, putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders. “What will it be, Tash? I hate to rush you, but Corypheus is coming, and we’ll need to get out of here.”

Tash glanced at Cole. “Can you sense the others? Are they safe?”

Cole closed his eyes for a moment. “Yes. Aura and Lottie are helping them take Samson. But… I can hear him.”

“We should go, then.” Tash sighed. “I wish Henry was here. He’d know what I should do.”

Morrigan clicked her tongue. “My husband is from the same world. He has told me that often the events here are changed from his foreknowledge. The choice is yours alone, young Inquisitor.”

Tash gave a soft whimper, his gold eyes looking from Morrigan to Solas to where Abelas had vanished, and finally to the Well. “It’s mine. I’ll drink.”

And despite Morrigan’s protests, despite Solas expressing his misgivings, Tash waded into the Well, the water rising up to his chest. He did not look back as he moved to the center of the Well of Sorrows, but his voice carried clearly to the others. “Mythal… if you’re real… mythal’enaste. Er… I don’t know the elvhen for it, but please… just don’t hurt me.”

And as soon as he reached the center, he shuddered, and then went limp, slipping into the pool as though he was a marionette and his strings snapped.

The Well exploded, water turning to dense blue fog, swirling around and around where Tash had fallen. Solas and Vivienne held up a barrier as Gale and Blackwall attempted to approach, unnerved by Cole’s mutterings of “He’s talking to her… she shouldn’t be there.”

Blackwall went charging forward as soon as the barriers were dispelled, Tash lying still at the bottom of the empty, dry Well. “Lad! Lad, are you alright?”

He scooped the boy into his arms, trying to determine what to do. And Tash’s eyes flew open.

They were blue. An unnatural, glowing blue that seemed to be bleeding from his irises across the rest of his eyes. Glowing blue lines etched themselves across his skin and up around his horns in a mimicry of the pattern on Abelas’ face.

”Vallaslin.” Gale murmured in awe. “Fenhedhis.”

Tash took a shuddering breath, but a strange chorus followed his voice, the whispering bass and tenor tones of men and an alto tone of a woman. His eyes, now completely a glowing blue, flashed as he stood and looked at Solas, head tilting.

The elf gasped and reeled back.

“Solas.” Tash said softly, in a strange way, as if he had not seen the elf for a long time. The chorus repeated his speech, just slightly out of sync, a few soft trailing whispers after his mouth had closed. “Ar-melana dirthavaren. Revas vir-anaris. Emma enasal, lethallin.”

But any response was lost in the arrival of Corypheus. Tash smiled cryptically and waved his hand toward the eluvian, and it shimmered at his command, opening the gateway. He turned his back on the rapidly approaching Elder One and moved at a stately pace towards the mirror, blue light streaming behind him to become water that formed the shape of an elf woman, rising up to combat the darkspawn magister.

Morrigan chanced one glance at the boy as they tumbled from the eluvian, safe in Skyhold. His eyes were still bleeding blue, his face lit up with the unnatural light.

Something was wrong.

- - - 

“It’s been three days! There is something terribly wrong with Tash!” Blackwall roared. And he was right. The young Inquisitor had not left his room in the intervening hours, not eaten a scrap of food nor a sip of drink. He had launched a terrible and powerful display of magic upon exiting the eluvian, breathing an unnatural fire in all the colors of the rainbow, blue light manifesting around him as a second pair of horns.

Awful sounds came from behind his door (he would not let anyone in, not even Gale), sometimes inane singing, and sometimes a babble of rapid-fire Elvhen, and most disturbingly, screams utterly devoid of the strange echo Tash’s voice had taken on, consisting only of the child’s cries. Cole had only approached the stairs to the Inquisitor’s tower when he collapsed, clutching his head in agony, repeating over and over, “Get her out get her out get her out get her out get her out.”

Varric had sent forward inquiries to Tash’s status, ones that Morgan could not answer. Morrigan had stated that there would be shouts from the Well, but this was something more. Even Henry couldn’t answer the question of what was happening.

“Solas…” Henry whispered to the elf, in the dead of night on the third day. “Mythal… is alive. Well, more like a shadow. Is it possible that she’s… possessing Tash?”

The elf cursed. “Why didn’t you say this before?”

“I didn’t want to change anything!”

Solas grabbed Henry’s wrist and dragged him up to the Inquisitor’s quarters, hurling open the door with magic, forcing their way past Gale, who had sat at the door with red eyes from worry and sleep deprivation.

Tash was perched on the railing of the balcony, staring at them with eyes that were now normal, except for the fact that they were ice blue. The vallaslin had vanished. And Tash cackled, the sound having no business coming from such a youthful throat.

“Mythal. Let him go.”

Tash leaned over the railing and let go.

“No!” Henry screamed, charging forward. But Tash had simply vanished. The Outworlder turned to Solas. “Kieran. Morrigan’s son. He’s in danger!”

 - - -

Kieran sighed as he walked away from his mother. He hadn’t been able to sleep since the Inquisitor returned. Mother usually let him stay up if he had nightmares, and he would sometimes play among the magic lights glowing in the night while she studied in the garden.

Morrigan felt a cold wind tingle the back of her neck and shuddered, suddenly realizing that she had lost sight of her son. “Kieran?” she called, standing up.

- - -

The Inquisitor was… different. He loomed out of the shadows, a finger pressed over his lips. “Hello, Kieran.”

“Your eyes are blue.”

They were. Tash didn’t have blue eyes. He was bright, and happy, and had gold eyes. This was… something else. This wasn’t Tash.

“I want to show you something, Kieran. Something amazing.”

“I… I don’t think so.”

Not-Tash’s face twisted in anguish for a moment and he looked terrified. “Run, Kieran!” he screamed. But almost instantly he resumed his oddly Tranquil-like state. “No, stay. I can help you, Kieran. I can stop the dreams. Just take my hand.”

“Kieran? Kieran!” Morrigan’s voice drifted on the wind, sounding oddly far away.

Not-Tash smiled. “I can help you, but you need to come with me. Now.”

- - - 

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, even as he ran with his wife through the Fade, accompanied by Henry, the boy from his world, and Blackwall and Gale. Morrigan had been frantic, unable to find Kieran, until Henry had shouted that he had been led into the Fade, through the eluvian. Which technically shouldn’t have been possible. But his fatherly instinct made him relax just a bit when he saw his child.

Although, seeing Kee accompanied by Tash and … oh no.

“Ah. Morgan. Long time no see. Still consorting with my daughter, then?” Flemeth chuckled. Tash spoke with her, their expressions identical.

Morrigan gasped. “Then… you…are Mythal?”

Gale immediately knelt in shock, and Blackwall yanked him to his feet. Mythal and Tash looked on in approval.

“See, girl?” they said. “Those are manners.”

“You will not have my son!” she yelled, advancing.

Tash and Mythal held out their arms, and extending from Tash came a pulse that rocked the Fade, barring Morrigan’s way with spikes of crackling green energy.

“This boy-Inquisitor is a Dreamer, you know. And he gave himself to my service because you couldn’t convince him otherwise.” Mythal-Tash taunted. The spikes faded. “But you need not worry. I mean neither him nor my grandson any harm. Merely to… exchange.”

She knelt to Kieran, and they witnessed her remove the Old God’s soul from him, promising no more dreams and letting him run to Morrigan and Morgan. Then she turned to Tash, who stilled.

“You came to me, honoring the old ways. With a clear mind and pure heart, you petitioned me for aid and drank from my Well. Though you are not of the People or my blood, you are mine, and I shall strike down your enemies for all your days. You have the knowledge from the Well, but now I shall grant you the wisdom to contain it. The voices shall not overwhelm you.”

She waved her hand over the Inquisitor’s face, and he sighed. Blue light flashed from his eyes before they faded back to gold, the only sign of his ordeal a thin blue ring just around each pupil.

“The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, boy. And it must be treated with caution.”

Tash’s eyes widened. “You… you hear them too?”

“They are the voices from Beyond, Tash. Pay them heed, for they protect you even as they evaded the grasp of the People’s gods.”

- - - 

And they exited the Fade, where Solas was waiting. “Holding open the gateway,” he had said. The elf looked to Tash. “Tash… are you well?”

“I think so…” Tash said, pensive. “I hope so. I’m worried, though. Flemeth…Mythal… she has power over me now. I’m worried about what she can do with it. But… either way, I know what we have to do next. I can hear the voices of the Well, but I’m in control. I can shut them off.”

Solas looked pale and deeply concerned, but nodded, his eyes scanning Tash’s face as if he could still see the vallaslin etched on his face in glowing blue lines. “I shall help you, Tash. I promise… I shall free you...”