#piper lavellan

[serphena]

@schoute‘s Piper has the fluffiest hair ever and is about to whoop Theo’s ass, probably 

[pikapeppa]

One of my favourite lines from Rick and Morty. I borrowed @schoute‘s agnostic/atheist Piper Lavellan to get some comforting Real Talk from everyone’s favourite spirit boy when that whole Herald of Andraste “ShE wAs cHoSeN bY tHe MaKeR” crap is getting too heavy. 

I also just think we could all use a little Cole in our lives these days so... 

Solas and Cole as Ricky and Morty here.

Solas and Abelas as Rick and Bird Person here. 

I draw only stupid things. Forgive me.

[scharoux]

My second contribution for #OCKiss20!

Some Rowdy Piper (@schoute OC) and Rhaella loving 😘 Thank you for letting me borrow Piper!

[ratspiral]

bby inquis 

[jellysharkbat]

Shower Thought #1

So @schoute is amazing and indulges us on shit like this: Alistair in Piper’s clothing.

And I had a thought. A cullistair thought because why not-  sorry Schoute I’m appropriating your art for my shipping needs-

My first thought was: “Ahaha.”

Second thought was: “Hmm...Alistair’s got a Robinson Crusoe vibe going on...”

Which evolved into:

What if Alistair was shipwrecked? What if he wasn’t alone? What if Cullen was marooned with him (because I can- I justify to myself)?

What if...their society is still pretty homophobic? What if they have feelings for each other, and they suspect the other man feels the same, but they can’t just bring that up! What if they’re wrong? That would just land their ass in jail, never mind losing a dear friend.

So it goes unspoken between them for some time until they’re at sea for such-and-such reason. But it goes wrong. Sea travel is dangerous, the ocean can be a tempestuous mistress.

It’s a terrible storm and both of them are swept off deck.

It’s nothing short of a miracle when they wake up (!) and find themselves on a deserted island (!!). It’s fairly small, and currently hosts a population of 2: them. Oh, and the crabs that might’ve pinched one of them awake. Thankfully, they aren’t short on food. Not immediately at least. There’s the crabs and fish. There are coconut trees (among some others), and they can see what looks like a nest in one of them. That means birds and eggs. Plus there is some fruit, by the looks of the bushes.

Assuming nothing is poisonous, they won’t starve! Huzzah! At least, not for awhile. It could be months before any ship sails past the island- assuming any ever will. But they try to not think about that, and Alistair’s somewhat morbid humor has him commenting on the food rations instead. Something along the lines of “well at least I know I won’t wake to you debating on how to eat me! Hahahaha.”

And so it goes for a few days. They manage to build a rather primitive shelter, and find that under the tropical sun, they start sweating a lot faster. Alistair is the first to strip down to be more comfortable. He’s out of everything but his breeches and his shirt.

A shirt that he leaves completely unlaced and undone, but still tucked in so that it doesn’t get in the way of whatever he’s doing.

Honestly, it would’ve been easier to ditch the shirt entirely but...well...Cullen is still dressed in as much as he can stand, and Alistair would be a little awkward being the only one in just breeches. Especially since Cullen’s been giving him these weird looks every now and then.

As it turns out, Alistair’s little joke on cannibalism isn’t completely wrong. After a couple of weeks, Cullen does get hungry....of a sort. It’s wrong and sinful and he isn’t some sort of lust-driven beast, he reminds himself.

But man, oh man, does Alistair look good. Delicious, even. Cullen spends a lot of time wishing he could get his mouth on Alistair’s body, taste that browning skin and kiss his way down the trail of hair that disappears into his breeches.

The island might not be big, but it’s big enough to give Cullen (and Alistair!) a bit of private time, every now and then. Thankfully. It helps at first.

Then it occurs to him, and he’s not sure why it didn’t occur to him sooner.

They’re on a deserted island. It’s been a couple of weeks and there is no sign of rescue. They don’t even know if their ship survived, never mind the rest of the crew. In all likelihood, no one is looking for them. They probably think Cullen and Alistair dead.

They’re alone. Away from society. Away from civilization. No one can judge them on...anything they do.

And Cullen thinks about all the times when things seemed...more suggestive in the past.

Maybe. Maybe-

If he scoots a little closer, maybe Alistair won’t push hm away. If he huddles a little closer at night, maybe Alistair won’t mind. If he runs his fingers up Alistair’s arm, maybe Alistair won’t shy away in disgust.

And if he presses his lips to Alistair’s...

Well, who’s going to know?

[lanistair-blog]

Alistair- Hawaiian shirts with bird and fruit print are 50% off at the thrift store! -The incomparable Piper Lavellan from Inq. HQ P.S. Tell Lana we’re due for drinks, and I’m buying.

You think I don’t know that? Why else would my suitcase be filled with them? They had ones with nugs on them, Piper! Nugs! I mean, what else could I possibly wear in Orlais? That’s what they wear, right? Fancy, frilly, tropical shirts? Totally in fashion.

We may have to make a pitstop on our return if you’re offering to buy. Lana showed me a trick the last time she got tipsy that made my drink come out of my nose. It involves a bowl of peanuts and... Well, you’ll just have to see for yourself. You will not regret it.

-Alistair

[darlingrutherford]

Happy Birthday, @schoute​ !!!

In case any of you didn’t know, it’s our lovely @schoute​‘s Birthday today!! She is one of the most supportive people I know in this community, someone who has always been incredibly encouraging of not only my writing and OCs, but also my art as I’ve started from square one, constantly taking time out of her day to even draw out her own tutorials for me. I couldn’t ask for a more awesome friend, and I wanted to give her a little gift today!

Without further adieu, a short little smutty 18+ Miami Trash AU oneshot of her amazing Piper and Cullen ;) Enjoy, and happiest of Birthdays to you, my friend! <3

8 o’clock. Stop by. Don't be late. 

The small card, folded and simply placed in front of a cupcake on her desk, had been to the point. Piper hadn't needed to wonder who it was from. Cullen's script was easily recognizable to her by then, though the absence of a ‘Happy Birthday’ was odd - not to mention, the absence of him at the office. Piper's mind had immediately gone to the obvious: surprise party. Why else would he have been absent from work, or be so vague about exactly what would be happening at his place at exactly 8 o'clock that night? 

The night came slowly, the day dragging by little by little as Piper impatiently checked the clock every two minutes as if time would have suddenly sped forward. She headed to Cullen's apartment from hers, having stopped to change and stare at the clock some more. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss. The lights glowing from his curtained windows were low, but she heard no sound of people chatting, no extra cars in the lot that seemed out of place. As Piper knocked on the door, she squinted in suspicion as she heard a bit of heavy shuffling, then nothing. 

Knock knock knock. 

She rapped her knuckles on the door once more, again waiting with no response. Reaching down, Piper tried the handle and smirked when she found it turned easily. She opened the door, walking in, only to find an empty living room. 

“Cuuuullen?” She playfully called out his name as she closed and instinctively locked the front door behind her. As she began stepping on the heels of her shoes to remove them, her body froze as the lights suddenly went out. Candles she hadn't noticed before, carefully stuck in a small cake on the kitchen counter, dimly lit the now dark apartment to her right. She walked over to the counter, observing the icing that read ‘Happy Birthday, Piper’ in a perfect script that in no way could have been written by Cullen. 

“Happy Birthday, Piper.” Cullen's warm voice echoed the cake’s sentiments from behind her. She spun around, smirking as she found him approaching her with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“I almost thought you'd have a bunch of people jumping out to scare me when I got here,” Piper said. She rested her arms over his shoulders as he placed his hands on her waist, pulling her close to kiss her. 

“Disappointed it's only me?” Cullen teased against her lips. Piper laughed, shaking her head once they finished their kiss. 

“Just as long as you didn't make that cake yourself,” she joked, recalling with bitter fondness the last time Cullen had attempted to bake anything. 

“No, I allowed that bakery on twenty-third to do the honors this time,” he chuckled. Cullen wrapped his arms around Piper as she turned her back to him to take another look at the cake. 

“Oh? Where's my real present, then?” Piper could feel her heart speed up as Cullen pressed his lips gently to her ear. 

“Why don't you blow out your candles and find out?” He whispered soothingly. Cullen loosened his hold on Piper as she leaned forward, his hand moving to gently rest on her lower back. Piper took a moment, thinking over what she should wish for before she took a deep breath and blew out the candles. 

The room became engulfed in darkness as the candles were snuffed, only a low glow of light from the crack at the bottom of the bedroom door offering any help. Even that bit of light was taken from her as Piper felt something being pulled over her eyes. 

“What's this?” Piper purred with a grin as Cullen tied the blindfold tightly at the back of her head. 

“Your first gift,” he said smoothly, and Piper could have sworn she could hear the smirk on his lips.

Cullen's arms wrapped around her again, pulling her back against his front. He had done a good job with the blindfold - Piper found herself unable to make out anything around them, relying heavily on any sounds or the way Cullen shifted. They stood in place, and Piper listened carefully in anticipation as she heard Cullen messing with something on the counter with one hand as his arm held her close. 

“Open your mouth,” he instructed with a low, quiet voice that hid none of his sultry. Piper grinned as she obeyed, anticipating a metal fork with a bit of her birthday cake. When it met her lips there was no metal, though. Only the sweet taste of chocolate frosting, and Cullen's finger as the vessel. 

Piper hummed as her lips wrapped around his finger. She could feel his breath deepen as she swirled her tongue around him, trying to lick as much clean as possible before he withdrew it. She left her mouth hanging open in anticipation of an encore, and Cullen didn't leave her disappointed. Rich, velvety frosting adorned his finger each time, and Piper could feel how Cullen's grip on her tightened with each lap of her tongue, how his cock twitched against her lower back every time she seductively closed her lips around him. As her mouth hung open for more, Piper waited, finally closing it as Cullen's arm left her and he took her hand. 

“Allow me to lead you to gift number two,” he said. 

“Lead the way, partner,” she said with a grin. 

The click of the door as it opened was her indication that he was leading her to the bedroom. Piper was entirely certain at this point that no one else would be involved in this birthday celebration - and she couldn't deny, she wasn't at all disappointed. Piper sat at the end of the bed as Cullen helped her find it. His hand gently pushed at her shoulder, guiding her to lie on her back. 

“Sooo, this gift of yours…” She spoke slowly. She could feel his hands on her shorts, how he was obviously trying to pace himself and not take her clothes off too quickly, and failing miserably. 

“I may not be able to read your mind to know what you wished for, but I do pride myself in knowing what you like,” Cullen said. Piper grinned widely as he hooked his fingers at the hem of her shorts and panties, pulling them down to her feet before gently placing them to the side. 

“Oh? And what's that?” She asked cheekily. Piper gasped as she felt Cullen's warm tongue run slowly along her seam. Her hands instinctively reached for his head, only to come up empty as he leaned back. He chuckled as he skated his hands along her legs, moving to her knees and pulling them gently apart. When his mouth met her folds again, Piper didn't waste time gripping those golden locks of his. A long, moaning sigh left her lips as he lapped at her with his tongue. She could feel him humming against her, thoroughly enjoying the gift he was giving her as much as she was enjoying receiving it. 

“Gods, Cullen.” Piper moaned as Cullen swirled his tongue around her clit. Long and plentiful were the nights that Cullen had spent, carefully honing his skill and learning exactly what Piper liked, and he now had it down to a T. His fingers bit at her bottom, digging in to hold her in place as her hips rocked against his face of their own accord. Her legs rested over his shoulders, thighs flexing over and over as he flicked and rolled his tongue against her. 

“Oh, Cullen, yes, right - Gods, right there.” Words left her in throaty gasps. She could feel her abdomen, her whole body tightening as his tongue refused to ease up even for a moment. The hand he had used to deliver sweet frosting to her mouth before remained on her bottom, squeezing dutifully as his left hand left her. It was only gone for a moment before it returned. Two fingers slipped under his chin to run along her quim, coating in her slick before sliding into her. Piper moaned loudly as he filled her with the two, thick fingers. Cullen slowly thrusted them in and out of her, curling them upwards against her to rub against the inside of her in the most delicious way. 

Oh, it was almost unfair how good it felt. Piper wanted this feeling to last forever, to ride her bliss forever and ever at the mercy of his tongue and fingers. Even with the blindfold on, she could see what he was doing in her mind, knew the intense way his eyes watched her the closer she got to her end. Her fingers tightened their hold in his hair, gripping his locks with hearty fists as she popped. Piper's back arched wildly, her mouth hanging open as loud cries of pleasure left her throat in the guise of his sweet name. Cullen refused to let up, carrying her through her orgasm until she was left shaking and panting in nothing but her shirt. 

Piper's hands slipped from Cullen's head as his tongue and fingers finally slowed to a halt. Her feet hit the floor as he slipped away, leaving her only to the sound of her heavy breaths and his hums of approval as he didn't bother to hide the sound of him cleaning her slick from his fingers. 

“Happy Birthday to me,” Piper breathed at least, smiling widely as she bathed in her bliss on the bed. Cullen chuckled, and she could hear the sound of him shuffling about, the distinct noise of his belt hitting the floor. 

“Don't worry, your celebration is only getting started… Would you like your next gift?”

[rogue-hummingbirb]

Finally did a doodle of these three girls together. They’re Triple Trouble, and I love them. From the top, we have @pikapeppa ‘s Rynne Hawke, my Amara Mahariel, and @schoute ‘s Piper Lavellan.

I had a bunch of fun imagining them, and the faces they make before they get into trouble (for varying reasons).

Thank you two for letting me ‘borrow’ your girls for practice.

❤️ Ryn