#Hoping I have the time to draw a few snippets from what I'm imaging

[ultrabananapudding]

Ramble of Merman!AU // Violence, Gore ‼️

Merman AU in which there is a myth that the tears of a merman transforms into pearls and Fisherman!Dar decides to test out this theory with the recent capture of an adult and child mermen.

It is easy enough to make the child cry, barely had to break skin for his eyes to well up - but there was nothing but sand falling down his puffy cheeks.

The adult on the other hand, seeing the younger thing in such distress, was enough to squeeze out the shiny beads Dar was anticipating.

Upon discovering that the myth is indeed real, Dar proceeds to mutilate Merman!Zains tail in order to elicit a strong enough reaction from Merman!Salim to have him cry a stream of pearls.

Salim gets his revenge by tearing off Dars ear with his own set of sharp teeth, which causes enough of a commotion for Zain to flee. Of course, now Salim is stuck in his own personal hell where the human will try any and all methods to make the older merman cry.

The damage Zains tail has sustained in the aftermath of Dars torture leaves him unable to properly navigate in the water or fight against the waves.

When morning comes, in one of Jason's routine jogs, he finds the body of a child laying on the beach - with a tail for legs of all things - but nonetheless injured and needing of help.

This entire thing is just my excuse to put Salim in the worst possible scenario ever, with Dar as the main perpetrator lmao

Salim gets to tear off Dars ear.... As a treat....

I just think the concept of "merman tears are actually pearls" is so cool !!!!

I feel bad for putting Zain in the crossfire here, but if there is one thing that would conceivably make Salim cry, it would be seeing his own son getting tortured.

Jason is once again here to save the day. He will nurse Zain back to health and in this AU, Eric (Marine biologist) and Nick (Vet) will be there to help out as well !!!

[lizardkingeliot]

I was going to wait until Wednesday to share another snippet of the upcoming first chapter of my rockstar Lestat/photographer Louis fic but then I remembered there are no rules saying I can only share snippets on Wednesdays so I'm just gonna toss it out into the void today instead. I'm hoping to have the first chapter posted within the next couple weeks so keep your fingers crossed for me... 🥰

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Louis froze, stopped scrolling. Hovering his thumb a few millimeters over the phone. Feeling what he saw beaming out from the screen like a kick to the throat. His mouth tilting open and his pulse picking up all at once. He felt the tingle of it all the way down in his bones. It was—

A suggested reel. The account: thevampirelestat. The caption: Introducing The Vampire Lestat. You loved to loathe him in Daniel Molloy’s best selling page-turner Interview with the Vampire. Now get ready to… Louis’ eyes unfocused. He couldn’t read the words that followed when his fumbling thumb clicked to expand the caption. Letting his gaze settle instead on the video playing in a shock of purple and chartreuse there on the tiny rectangle of his phone. Feeling a flash of heat creep up the back of his neck. Heat like fingers, heat like a lover’s living breath. It was—

Lestat. Golden threads of his hair tumbling over his lovely broad shoulders. The shock of his eyes like two blue planets drawing Louis into orbit. His chiseled face, a flash of his teeth. His fangs. Glitter and blood splashed all over. He was dancing. Fuck. Singing—he was probably singing. But it took Louis at least one full loop of the reel to realize the volume on his phone wasn't on. His thumb finding the button on the edge and pressing down until the sound blared to life through the tiny speaker.

Louis had to let the reel loop back to the beginning before he could make out a single lyric. The sight of Lestat’s swiveling hips and half-descended fangs as he purred along to an electric guitar enough to leave Louis feeling like his brain had been set alight.

Why the long face, my pretty baby?

Louis sat utterly mesmerized. He was a mortal locked in a trance. Watching the ninety-second clip and letting the image of Lestat singing and swaying and snarling and crawling on all fours like a big hungry cat wash over him for so long he didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally snapped back to himself. Shook his head, pressed the button to make the screen go dark and tossed the phone down on the sofa beside him. Minutes, hours, days. He let out the enormous breath he’d been holding far too long. Thump of his pulse like a drum in his temples, his neck, the tips of his fingers.

His cock rock hard and straining the front of his pants to such a degree he would have laughed had he been able to feel anything but the warm clutch of desire deep inside him. The need of those familiar fangs in his neck that had utterly consumed him.

[jellyvibes710]

2024 has approached and has smacked me in the face, where the hell the new year come from??

Anyways, my drawings this year 😎

The first three are from an eddsworld comic I'm working on, I decided to pick up a pencil after about two years without drawing and it became a side project, it's hard to believe that a small (well, not very small) project lead me to all this 👀💙💜❤️🧡

I can't believe the improvement over a year, that's insane.

I just wanted to thank you guys for helping me find the motivation to start drawing again, I never thought I'd come so far and honestly I can't thank you guys enough, I'm awful with words but thank you thank you thank you.

Especially special thanks to @abbeyofcyn @skylabrea @wandering-ghost @the-fluidiest-gender @ilivelikeimtrying (I really hope I didn't forget anybody, I'm bad with names ahhhh) you all helped me in more ways than I can count and I'm grateful to have you guys in my life 🫂

For once in a long time I'm looking forward to what's ahead, admittedly bad start but I'm still looking forward to what's to come, so to start off a new year I figured I'll show you all what's to come after little baby blue is complete

Spoilers ;]

The first drawings of this year too

Originally I wanted to do a future au that focused on Casey Jr and his life in the apocalypse, but little baby blue was created instead and being honest, I thought about it for like two days then jumped right in because I got excited, so the first few parts up till recently have been completely off the top of my head, I have everything planned, every detail, I got scripts and future parts sketched out as rough drafts, I have Playlists for future animations, I planned everything but the very very beginning, so oops.

But LAST HOPE AU will be a prequel to little baby blue, everything in little baby blue will link back and connect with last hope and vice versa, there has already been hints and foreshadowing in little baby blue that tie in with last hope, events that have happened in Casey's timeliness have already started to appear, just not in the way it had in his time. Everything will tie together in a neat little bow hehe.

We do get small snippets of Casey's past in Little Baby Blue but the story mainly focuses on leo and his brothers. Last Hope is dedicated to Casey Jr and his story that lead to the events of LBB.

A small bit of detail of the characters Casey mainly interacts with

Donnie makes more than just guns with his ninpo as you can see, he saves close combat weapons for his most bloodlust of days, especially when his family gets hurt. His hands are scarred from building the best tech he can with what little he's got, all his family wears this specially designed tech because out of everybody he wants to keep his dum dum brother's, April and Cassandra alive the most. He has the base in heavy lockdown and has strict system when it comes to missions that him and leo enforced to ensure maximum survival, donnie is cold blooded and fierce and only allows his family into his tech room that's heavily secured. When Casey Jr is born Donnies "emotionally unavailable" image gets turned to dust and genuinely gets excited when it's his turn to watch Jr, it's the only time he's actively away from his tech and security systems is to watch Casey Jr but he doesn't worry about it because if he's not there S.H.E.L.D.O.N. is on watch and notifies donnie when it's an emergency or something important, once Jr is old enough he allows Casey into his tech room and teaches Casey about how his tech works and how it operates.

Mikey never reaches his old man stage, only being 40 when the events of the movie take place. This is mainly due to the fact that he never learned how to cure kraang infected survivors, once someone is infected they couldn't be saved. He's at his most powerful protecting those closest to him and is still the main cook, him and donnie are the last line of defense if the base is ever attacked. He's the most connected to their family ninpo, him and leo work together to try and reawaken Leo's powers and were actually successful until leo lost his arm, he could never find out what had Leo's ninpo in a chokehold. Him and Casey have an entire room dedicated to wall art and often when mikey watches Casey they need to bathe all the paint off him afterwards, It's the only room full of color and is open to everyone to sit and enjoy the colors.

Raph is big, angry, intimating and powerful, but he is the kindest heart you'll find in the turtle group. Him and Cassandra go on missions together most of the times and he took her passing the hardest, he was a father figure to Casey Jr and despite being the biggest turtle he was the most gentle with Jr. He passed suddenly but died protecting those he loved most. Mikey talks with raph A lot after his death and donnie chimes in from time to time but unfortunately leo is unable to reach raph but knows he's there.

Leo is the leader of the resistance, he's looked up too as much as he's looked down upon, he doesn't take kindly to insults about his family and will put you in your place if one is threatened. He bugs Donnie a lot and try to do their traditional twin night as often as they can, along with being leader of the resistance he also helps Mikey cook, he helps Raph make clothes, and helps Donnie with security, he doesn't have time to watch Casey but always keeps an eye on him, sometimes when dee and Leo have twin nights they bring Casey with, after Leo loses his arm Casey is attached to his hip and after Raphs death Leo takes Casey under his wing and teaches him everything he needs to know to survive.

Cassandra is the mother of Casey Jr, she’s crazy fearless and insanely strong for being human. Even when she was pregnant she was trying to kick kraang butts, after Jr was born she settled down for a few months with April at her side who was teaching her how to properly handle an infant. After those few months though she was right back to her crazed energy and fighting spirit, she took it upon herself to teach the other mothers how to fight off kraang while protecting their kids, one example is kicking kraang face while burping child. Multitasking at its finest. She was in her sons life till he was 3 1/2 years old and she tragically lost her life, we will witness how she lost her life in little baby blue through one of the flashbacks Casey has and it’ll also be in last hope, sadly Casey was there to witness his mother’s final moments.

The one, the only, April O’Neal! Commander and right hand lady of the resistance, she’s always around the base trying her best to help lessen the load on Leo’s shoulders while still trying to be her bubbly self. She’s mostly helping her mother out in the medbay though and was there to help save Leo’s life multiple times, always followed by treating the soft shells wounds shortly after his freak outs. She’s not very well trained in medicine but her mother and Leo have taught her most of the basics knowledge for when she’s in battle and is needed. She is one of the few that survives till the events of the movie

I look forward to what's coming in little baby blue, and for what's to come in LAST HOPE. I hope you all are as excited as I am hehehe

There is WAY, W A Y more details and story but I don't want to spoil the whole thing ;]

Also as a bonus, if anyone is interested or just curious, l'll answer any questions either regarding little baby blue or last hope. Though depending on the question you may get spoilers, you've been warned 🫡

[jrosa82fanfics]

Part 10 of Finding Family

The new addition to their family hadn’t caused any trouble the way Tim had feared. Despite being a little awkward Damian wasn’t as bad as Tim had originally believed. He walked into Bruce’s home office and found the other boy sitting on the rug in front of the desk, drawing in a sketchbook.

“What are you drawing?” he asked, hoping to come off as friendly. Now that Jason was going through a stressful experience he had managed to get Damian to befriend him, but he still worried that he might mess it up by being too cold towards the younger boy.

“I-I’m just drawing Jason” he stuttered out his eyes wide as he noticed Tim’s presence.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Can I see?”

Damian looks down at the drawing before saying “Sure, but it’s not finished yet.”

Tim sits down and is given the drawing. Damian’s right that it’s not finished but from what he can see he drew a pretty good image of Jason reading.

The face and clothing details haven’t been drawn in yet and had he not known who it was he couldn’t have identified the figure but the lines still create a proportional image of the omega.

“Could you try drawing me when you finish this one?” Tim asks, curious to see if the other boy would be willing to do it.

“Sure, but it’d be easier if I had a picture, so I don’t have to draw you from memory.” and that’s how Tim ends up taking his first picture with Damian, one that he has a copy of in his room.

It’s followed by several more at Dick and Jason’s wedding a few months later, and many more as the years pass by. One of his favorites is one he managed to get on New Years, showing Damian smiling, his face flushed from the champagne they had been drinking and speaking with Jason.

It had been the first time Tim had realized his crush on the other alpha, and the idea had been shocking. It was one thing to like another alpha, he had liked them before and had decided not to date as a result.

After all, society was rather disapproving of relationships between two alphas. It seemed like a lot of work to ask someone out when he was probably going to have a short relationship with them.

He never stayed interested in any of the people he met and would soon have a crush on someone new. It's why, when after a year it hasn't gone away he was taken aback and began wondering if he should try to pursue a relationship.

After all Damian was 19 and that felt way too young for someone that was 24, but he hadn’t stopped being interested in more. He tried to turn his attention elsewhere through work but it didn’t seem to matter when they’d end up spending the holidays together and Tim would be forced to admit to himself that even after a year he still felt the same.

He tried to convince himself it would be a horrible idea for them to be together. First he considered how unlikely it was that Damian even liked alphas, much less was interested in one like Tim. And even if he was interested he probably wouldn’t want to either deal with public backlash for their relationship or have a secret relationship.

And even if they liked each other and wanted to be together, what about their family? None of them had said one way or another how they felt about same gender pairings, and although Tim felt sure they’d all be accepting it still left a whisper of doubt in his mind that he could quite silence.

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Since my birthday was this past week I'm giving a snippet of my yet to be released fic so if you're interested in seeing that check out the 2nd post for today.

<3J

[caspersickfanfics]

Aaaaaah I’m not moving as fast as I want to so I maybe probably will not have all the art done this weekend? HOWEVER I wanted to send a sneak peak- so here’s just one, colorless fraction of the whole page lol 😂 like before I’m doing a few snippets of my favorite parts so this is NOT THE FINAL THING! Anyways I hope you like! If I had it my way I’d draw nonstop but unfortunately that’s just not how life works 😭

More coming soon :)

Oh. My goodness. My heart 😭 They look so good and I'm obsessed with themmmmm. I love how I can tell exactly what part of this fic this from!!! Cyno is just such a little guy I need to smush 💕 and you did so well with his headpiece what the heck!! And their expressions are perfect!! Nari being so attentive in the first image and absolutely fierce in the second sjsjksklljkslkj

I've been trying to cut down on my keysmashing and I'm not succeeding, clearly

I'm also. Kind of in love with the gossipers 🙈 Like I hate them but they look so mischievous here i kind of just want to put them in my pocket as punishment 🤣

Anyway I keep staring at this, thank you so much for making it and for the sneak peek!! Also please don't worry about the time it takes, there's no deadline! Like I am such a slow writer and even slower at art stuff, not to mention real life is always getting in the way of our creative fun - I'm honestly amazed that you've done this much so quickly and just. Of course extremely grateful that this exists. You're wonderful, thank you for this and I hope you have a lovely day!! 💕

[shanaraharlyah]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Never Gonna Be Alone part 2

“Oh, You've gotta live every single day, Like it's the only one, what if tomorrow never comes? Don't let it slip away, Could be our only one, you know it's only just begun Every single day, May be our only one, what if tomorrow never comes? Tomorrow never comes

Time, is going by, so much faster than I, And I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you.

You're never gonna be alone! From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall, When all hope is gone I know that you can carry on We're gonna take the world on I'll hold you 'till the hurt is gone ”

~Chad Kroeger & Mutt Lange

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Part 2 of my Dragon Age Inquisition Trespasser fic snippet below cut for possible spoilers.    Takes place during the time skip between cutscenes at the end of the DLC.  

Dorian Pavus x Kartaelin Lavellan

@14daysdalovers Prompt: Breathless Kisses

Image setup and Rendered in DAZ Studio 4.15.  Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

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Part 1

From behind the pair, two sets of footfalls rushed toward them, one heavy, the other fleet, and The Iron Bull and Sera soon came around into view.

"Hey, Boss.  Looks like you made it in time."

"Hi, Bull, he was here for me, he never needed our help.  He tipped us off in order to save the South from the Qunari attacks and to get me here, to save me."

"Shite!" exclaimed Sera as she came around in front of the pair sitting on the ground.  "What happened to your arm?  Dorian, how can you hold it against you like that!?"  Her face scrunched up aghast at the sight of it.

Dorian raised an eyebrow at the crude elf, "That's where you draw the line, is it?  You'll hand someone a glass of piss to drink for shits and giggles, but you can't abide the touch of a friend's ghastly wound!?"

"I'll have to remember that one," Sera giggled with a grin on her face, "but no, that's not what I meant, and you know it.  Ugh!  Frustrating people are... frustrating!"

"It's alright, Sera," interjected Kartaelin, always the calming voice amongst his friends.  "You don't have to touch it.  Solas removed it to stop the anchor from killing me."

"Double shite," replied Sera.  "So... you're okay now, yeah?  It still doesn't look like it's good, is all.  So, what's next?"

"We need to get him back to Orlais, and to a proper healer," answered Dorian.

"Can you walk, Boss?" Bull asked.

"I think so.  The anchor is no longer wracking my body, there's just a throbbing and occasional pain when I move my arm.  It's odd, there's a distinct sensation that it's all still there, but then I remember..."  Kartaelin moved to get up, but the Tevinter would have none of it. 

"You're in shock, I can't have you falling down the stairs and cracking your skull on the pavement on our way out of here.  Can you imagine, walking into the Winter Palace, 'Where is the Inquisitor?', 'Oh, we allowed him to lead us back after having his arm amputated, and gee, well, he fell down the stairs and into the abyss.  Can you believe it!'  Leliana and Josephine will have all of our heads after the effort they've put into saving this organization.  So, no, I'll carry you.  Bull, can you gather his things?"  Dorian sighed, “Sometimes I feel like I should be in the one in charge."

The Iron Bull nodded and gathered the Inquisitor's belongings.  

"I like it when you take charge," said Kartaelin huskily, the familiar lopsided grin that had been absent these last few days finally returning to his face.  

Knowing where this was headed, Bull ushered Sera toward the stairs amidst loud protests.  As much as he'd also like to stick around and enjoy the show, he knew they needed to get back to the Exalted Council and the healers at the palace, and the only way to hurry the two love birds along was to leave them behind.

"Festis bei umo canavarum!" exclaimed the mage, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes.  "Is this really the time or place for this?  ...You're just lucky that I love you so much."

"I am," Kartaelin replied coyly, wrapping his hand in his lover’s leather collar and pulling him closer to him.  He craned his neck until his lips met Dorian's and he peppered him with soft kisses.  It was the least he could do after worrying him so terribly.  They'd both feared his impending doom on account of the mark, and Dorian took it especially hard.  He'd put up a wall around his heart a long time ago to prevent himself from being hurt by anyone, but the Inquisitor had broken right through, and the thought of him being taken from him so soon tore him up inside.

Slowing his ministrations to one final passionate kiss and savoring the moment, Kartaelin pressed his forehead to Dorian's.  "I'm sorry I worried you so much, ma vhenan.  I never wished to cause you hurt."

"I know, amatus.  I just... I couldn't bear to lose you like this," Dorian replied, choking up again.  "The thought of the one bright spot in my life being ripped away by ancient elven magic, just..."

The Inquisitor reached up to cup Dorian’s face with his hand, tenderly caressing his cheek with his thumb.  "It's alright, Dorian, I'm safe now.  Solas has bought us time, but we have more work to do.  We should get back to the council.  I'll fill you in on the way."  He leaned in for one more kiss before the Tevinter could reply, taking his breath away.

Pulling back slowly, his lip caught playfully by the Inquisitor, Dorian gently gathered the elf into his arms.  "You are right of course, but what's all this 'bought us time' business?"  With a grunt he stood, the Inquisitor held tightly against his chest, "You are heavier than you look.  Eating too many of those fancy tea cakes Solas likes so much?"

Kartaelin let out a hearty laugh, "I suppose there's no chance of you changing your mind about letting me walk out of here under my own power then?"

"Not a chance," Dorian smiled, heading back toward the stairs and the exit.

"Well, we could ask Bull to carry me if I'm too heavy for you," Kartaelin smirked.

"Truly?  This is how you treat me after the moment we've just shared!?  I should drop you right where we stand," Dorian replied in mock irritation.

"And what would the others say?" Kartaelin teased.

"They'd agree with me, you little shit!" countered the mage.  "Then they'd come back to get you anyway....  Remind me again, why is it that I love you?"

"This IS why you love me," Kartaelin sassed.

Dorian sighed, "Well, you're not wrong.  Tell me, were you always this antagonizing?"

"It's just for you.  You bring out the best in me, Dorian," the elf responded.  "Or the worst, depends on how you look at it.  Either way, you wouldn't want it any other way."

"Maker, what did I do to deserve this!?" Dorian mused in exasperation.

Kartaelin just smiled.  Pressing his injured arm against his own chest, the Inquisitor placed his hand over Dorian's heart and rested his head against his shoulder.

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you tonight," the Tevinter mage muttered under his breath.

"I look forward to it," Kartaelin quipped, nuzzling the jaw of the man he adored.

"Of course, you do," Dorian breathed.  He still worried about the ‘bought time’ remark, but he trusted the elf wouldn’t keep him in the dark for long.  He had to accept that right here, right now he was holding his amatus in his arms and they were both alive and safe for the moment.

37 notes • Posted 2021-02-15 01:18:20 GMT

#4

So, it’s literally been 7 years since I drew anything seriously.  x.X  There were a couple Dragon Age Inquisition and a few other unfinished sketches since then, but everything else has been 3D renders.  This one is another illustration for the fic I’ve been writing which I’ll post below.  As far as pencils go, this is done.  Now I’m just debating on whether I should print it on bristol/watercolor paper and paint it.  I don’t think I’d have the patience to ink and paint it in photoshop, but you never know.

Anyway, the fic follows the previous two parts I posted and takes place at the end of Trespasser.  It starts after they arrive back at the Winter Palace and the Inquisitor has seen the healer for treatment.

Pairing: Dorian x Lavellan

@14daysdalovers prompt: Promises

Word Count: 3124

Dorian Pavus and Dragon Age Copyright Bioware and EA

Kartaelin Copyright Courtney Leibig

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“Would you mind accompanying me back to my room, Dorian?  There’s something you may wish to see.” 

“Is this like that time in your quarters?” Dorian smirked, following behind the Inquisitor.

Kartaelin laughed, “Not quite.  Not yet, at least.  We still need to return to the council and I need to change first.  I…,”  He hesitated, ashamed to ask,  “was hoping you might help me with that.”  

The mage was a bit thrown by the question.  Normally he’d take it in jest assuming it was a sort of foreplay the elf had in mind, but the request this time was much more serious and somber.  “Of course, Amatus, it would be my pleasure,” he replied with a smile, coming up beside him and squeezing his hand.

Kartaelin turned his head to look at him and offered a halfhearted smile, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Dorian inquired, “So, what is it you have to show me in your quarters?  Is it some one of a kind tome or trinket our Spymaster acquired for you?  Hmm?”

Entering the palace and turning toward the guest wing, the elf flashed a teasing grin, “You’ll just have to wait and see.  We’re almost there anyway.”  

The pair climbed the flight of stairs and turned the corner.  Approaching a door at the end of the hall, Kartaelin began to dig through a belt pouch and produced a key which he handed to the Tevinter.  “Go ahead, open it,” he coaxed, gesturing to the door.

The mage looked at him, one brow raised.  “What!?” exclaimed the elf, “It’s not going to bite you.”

“Now you’re making me even more suspicious,”  Dorian replied.

Kartaelin chuckled, “I assure you, there’s nothing to be wary of.”

“Famous last words,” the mage answered, looking at the elf dubiously.  The Inquisitor slapped his hand to his face and shook his head.  Dorian grinned and turned back to unlock the door.  Opening it, he stepped inside to find a large luxury suite.  Not quite as lavish as the estates back home, but fairly impressive for the south.  Ahead of him were two semicircular couches arranged around a low table for entertaining guests.  The room was ringed with high windows, all open, overlooking the gardens, with a central door that led onto a balcony.  The windows were hung with curtains that could be drawn when needed for extra privacy, though the room’s position on the upper floor would afford them much already.  To his right, there was a ceramic bath recessed into a raised stone platform.  Beneath the platform, was set a fireplace for heating the water.  A hot tub!  Dorian had never seen one outside of Tevinter palatial homes.   To the left stood a fireplace and chaise piled with luxurious blankets, and beyond that another door, likely leading to the bedroom.  How in the world had the Inquisitor procured such a suite?  It was certainly a testament to how far the Inquisition had come over these past 3 years.

“Is this..?” Dorian began, but the Inquisitor, who’d walked past him into the room a moment before cut him off.

“The suite with the wyvern down bed?  It is indeed.  After you’d mentioned it in the courtyard, I’d asked Josephine if she could procure one for us for the night.”

“You are an absolutely magnificent creature, Amatus!  You know that don’t you!?” the mage exclaimed, sliding his arms around the Inquisitors waist and nuzzling the back of his ear.  Kartaelin leaned back into the embrace.  The heat of Dorian’s breath on his neck and the feel of his body pressed against him distracted the elf from his obligations, and they stood there preoccupied with one another for a long moment, until the memory of his responsibility came back to him.  

Kartaelin sighed and turned around to face his lover, slowly taking a step back and taking the mage’s hand in his, as Dorian’s other hand trailed down the elf’s body to alight on his hip.  “As much as I wish the rest of this evening was ours alone, we still have business to attend to before we can retire here for the night.  Come, help me dress for the council,” he said nodding toward the room at the other side of the suite.  He turned and made his way across the room to the bedroom.  His formal wear was laid out on the bed where he’d left it before they’d headed through the eluvian.

Dorian followed him in and, sitting down on the edge of the bed, he untied the belt of the skirt and began to loosen the bindings of the elf’s corset.  While the mage worked, the gravity of his injury finally set down on the Inquisitors shoulders, and a situation that normally would have led to arousal and playfulness instead led him to a spiral of despair.  He could barely undress himself with just one hand, how would he ever get past all those damned belts that Dorian typically wore?  Would the mage truly still want him now that he was broken, or would he let the distance be a balm allowing him to break it off more easily?  The elf, who had been such a strong leader for the Inquisition and the glue binding it together, was now filled with doubt and uneasiness about the future.  There was nothing he could do to stop himself from breaking down in the presence of the man he loved.

It started with a soft sob that lightly shook his body, but the perceptive Tevinter noticed immediately and looked up from the task at hand.  “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.  He pulled open the corset and let it fall to the ground before placing his hands on the elf’s waist to steady him.  Kartaelin could hold back the floodgates no longer and collapsed into Dorian’s loving arms.  He cried into the mage’s shoulder, his arm slung around his neck.  Dorian pulled him close and slowly, rhythmically rubbed his back in an attempt to console him.  “Where did this come from, Amatus?” he whispered soothingly into the elf’s ear, but the Inquisitor was unable to respond, as he was lost in fear and doubt.  All the Tevinter could do was hold him tight and offer calming words.  

“It’s going to be alright, Taelin.  We’ve made it this far thanks to your leadership.  You can tell me anything.  I’m here for you, always.”  It was distressing to see the elf like this.  Through everything they’d encountered, his strength had remained a constant, bolstering and guiding everyone around him.  Even when the anchor was tearing him apart, he’d done his best to shield them all from his pain so as not to worry them.  But Dorian did worry, and it hurt when he realized Kartaelin hadn’t allowed him to share that burden, even if there was little he could do.  “Tell me, what can I do to help, Amatus?”

As the Inquisitor finally regained some measure of control over his emotions, he looked up into Dorian’s eyes, “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through, Dorian.  I can’t even dress myself.  How am I going to survive?  I’ve never felt so helpless in my life.  And you’re leaving me for Tevinter tomorrow.  I don’t even know when I’ll see you again.”  His tears continued to fall, streaming down his face and soaking his leather armor.

Dorian brought one hand around to wipe the tears away and smiled affectionately at the elf.  “I was saving this until the council was over and I’d spoken with our advisors, but, from the look of things, you need to hear it now.  I’ve decided to delay my return to Tevinter temporarily,” he paused watching for his companion’s reaction.  The elf’s eyes widened in surprise, though still rimmed with tears.  “I can’t stay indefinitely, but I won’t just leave you like this.  We’ll work through this together, Amatus.  I do love you, you know, and I have confidence in your ability to convalesce.”  Kartaelin nodded, a halfhearted smile crossing his face. 

This man will be the death of me yet, Dorian thought as he tenderly wiped away the tears from his companion’s eyes again.  But you wouldn’t have it any other way, he answered himself.  

“After the council, I’ll have a raven sent to Maeveris to inform her that I’ll be returning in a months time and asking that she keep me apprised of the situation in Tevinter.”  He paused to allow the Inquisitor a chance to respond.  “Does this help?”

Kartaelin let out a shaky sigh and readjusted into a less precarious position on the mage’s lap. “Dorian, thank you,” he said, reaching up to caress the Tevinter’s cheek.  “I… I was just overwhelmed by everything that’s happened.  I guess the realization of what I’d lost and what I was about to lose finally hit me all at once.”

“You’re not losing me, Taelin, I’m just going to be further away, that’s all, and the sending crystal will help with that.  You know we both have work we must do, and I can’t do what I must without returning to Tevinter.  I wish there was another way, but we’ll make it work.  Besides, no one will be able to stop you, anyway when you decide you need to see my beautiful face and you charge into Tevinter on your white horse,” he said with a smirk as he curled the ends of his mustache in his fingers and raised an eyebrow.

The Inquisitor’s signature grin returned to his face and he replied in a husky voice, “You’re right.  Nothing will stop me when I come for what’s mine.”  He gripped the mage’s collar and pulled him closer, while wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Ooo, possessive are we?” Dorian purred.  “My how the tables have turned.  A magister, slave to a strapping young elf.  Scandalous!  What will they say?”

“It will be Mother Giselle all over again.  You know how that ended,” he replied, reaching up to run his fingers through Dorian's short hair and pressing his forehead to his lover’s.

The Tevinter chuckled, “Yes, well, that might not work quite as well for us in my homeland.  It’s not ordinarily that easy to intimidate one's detractors in Tevinter, nor to ignore them.  I live there.  I know.  It’s cutthroat.  Commendable effort though, Amatus.”  He planted a tender kiss on the elf’s cheek before moving on to nuzzle his ear.  “Now, where were we?  Ah, yes, helping you change for the conclusion of the Exalted Council.  Come, lift your arms so I can help you with the top.  The sooner this is done, the sooner we can pick up where we left off,” he said with a wink.  The Inquisitor was clearly disappointed, but Dorian knew he would thank him after this was over, in more ways than one. 

Unwrapping himself from Dorian, Kartaelin slid back off of his lap and raised his arms so the mage could undo the unnervingly warm leather cuirass.  Tossing it aside onto the bed, the Tevinter took a moment to admire the toned, lean body of his lover, absently tracing a scar that ran down his chest.  “Dorian,”  the elf interrupted, bringing him back from his reverie.

“Right,” he replied, sitting back down on the bed, ���boots next.”  He bent down to unbuckle the straps allowing the soft leather to fold down, making it easy for the Inquisitor to step out of them.  While Dorian undid his boots, Kartaelin went to work on untying his breeches, he would need as much practice as he could get and this was a simple start.  Gently tugging the lace released the knot and as Dorian finished with his boots, the loosened breeches slid to the ground and the elf stepped back out of them.  Dorian caught him by the hips and pulled him back toward him, placing a kiss on his lower abs then wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“Dorian,”  the Inquisitor repeated.  He truly enjoyed his love’s attention and wished it could continue, but he knew the longer they dallied, the higher the tension at the council and the more pressure on Josephine and Leliana who were trying to keep the peace in his absence.

Looking up at the man he adored, he acknowledged, “I know, Amatus.  This day has just been too much.  I’ll be glad when it’s settled and we can get back to some semblance of normalcy, though what that might look like I’ve no idea.”

“You’ll get no argument from me, ma vhenan.  Let's just get this over with so our evening can begin.”  He smiled down at Dorian and stroked the back of his head.  

The mage smiled back at him and handed him the trousers that were laid out next to him on the bed, “Here, see if you can handle this.  You’re going to need a pin for the sleeve of the jacket, so let me see what I have in my bags.”

“You can check my things as well, Dorian,” responded the elf as he sat on the bed next to him and began pulling on the trousers.  The button closures were a bit tricky with just one hand, but he managed without too much trouble.  As he picked up the jacket and pulled it over his injured arm, Dorian placed a hand on his shoulder, “I can help with that.”  

Kartaelin looked over at the mage while he slid his right arm into the other sleeve.  “Yes, please.  I may be able to get the buttons, but I need your help with the sash and this,” he said, gingerly waving his left arm, the half empty sleeve flapping around with each movement.

“Before we button it, let me deal with the sleeve.  I found this to pin it with,” Dorian answered, placing a small metal brooch into the Inquisitor’s hand, and going to work on folding the sleeve.  The elf turned it over in his hand examining the intricate metalwork and small inset stones, the craftsmanship was superb.  There was something familiar about the design.  Where had he seen it before?  His thought was interrupted by his companion, “Does this feel okay, Amatus?  I don’t wish to pin it too tightly.”

The Inquisitor pulled the jacket closed to make sure Dorian had left enough slack for him to be comfortable.  “This is fine, Dorian, but this brooch… is it…?”

The mage cut him off, motioning for him to hand it over, “Yes.  I had it fashioned after the Pavus Birthright, my birthright, for you.  The craftsman completed it just in time for my return for the council.  I… was planning to give it to you before I left for Tevinter.”

Kartaelin’s eyes widened as he handed it back, “Dorian, are you…?”

“Proposing?” Dorian finished the other man’s thought.  “How astute of you.  Think of it as a promise.  A promise that I remain loyal to you, no matter how many miles lie between us.  A promise that we will be together again whenever it is safe to do so.  And a reminder that you are mine and I think about you daily.  It is not a ring, and it is not marriage, but it is what I can safely offer you right now.  I love you, Amatus.”  He reached over, tilting the elf’s chin up slightly and softly stroking the short, stiff hairs of his beard, before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Kartaelin reached for him, alighting his hand on the Tevinter’s upper arm, one of the few places he could have contact with him through the set of armor he wore.  He squeezed his triceps reassuringly while the kiss lingered.  When they’d come up for air, the elf breathed, “Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

Dorian smiled, “I know, Amatus.”  Sitting back, he opened the brooch and passed the pin through the fabric of the coat sleeve, hooking it into the closure and doing his best to straighten it.  When he was satisfied, he moved on to buttoning the jacket.  Kartaelin just watched the handsome mage work, admiring his beauty, grace and kindness, things he’d rarely encountered in a human before becoming a part of the Inquisition.  To be fair, even now, it was still a rarity.  Dorian reached for the sash and shook it out.  “Stand, please,” he ordered while getting up himself.  

The Inquisitor obeyed and lifted his arms to allow the mage to work.  A smile spread across his face, “Wait until Cassandra finds out.”

Without missing a beat Dorian countered, “What?  That you’ve enslaved a Tevinter magister to do everything for you, including change your small clothes?”

The elf burst out into a hearty laugh.  “She already knows that!” he exclaimed with a mischievous grin.  “No, about the promise, the brooch.  Varric had her all riled up before the council, telling her that you would propose to me today.  She was giddy, but concerned for me.  She won’t even be able to take it.”

“Ah,” the mage replied, tying off the sash and kneeling to help the Inquisitor with his boots.  He motioned for him to sit again, “She is a sweet girl beneath that rough and hardened exterior.  But perhaps you should wait until after the council to inform her.  She’ll want to gossip with you for hours and get all the juicy details.  By the time you’re done, there won’t be an Inquisition left to save.”

Kartaelin chuckled, “You’re right, it doesn’t have to be tonight.  I’ll inform her in the morning, it will give us something to gossip about over breakfast.”

Dorian shook his head as he moved to get up, “I swear, sometimes the two of you are like little school girls.  What am I going to do with you?”

“Indulge me,” the elf replied, getting up and leaning against his love’s chest.

“You know I do,” cooed the mage.  He gestured to the bed, “Glove.  It’s the last thing, then you need to get to the council, and I need to change.  Can you imagine?  Me, walking into the council in ancient elven armor?”

The Inquisitor grinned, moving to pick up the glove and handing it to Dorian, “It suits you, being that you are ‘slave’ to an elf.”

Dorian groaned while sliding the glove onto Kartaelin’s hand, “You really are too much sometimes.  Now go, get this over with so we can indulge a little.”

“Don’t forget, it was you who suggested it,” the elf replied with a wink.  He turned and started for the door, Dorian following behind.

“Yes, yes, blame it on the mage,” the Tevinter sassed, knowing full well it was his comments that got him that remark.

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We are currently this far into our current run watching Dragon Ball.

41 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 23:31:03 GMT

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Magister Dorian Pavus

The lovely @tessa1972 asked me about my Dorian test renders and since I haven't finished anything I have planned for Magister Dorian yet, I decided to do a portrait of him. Hope you guys like it!

Setup and rendered in DAZ Studio 4.15 Public Build Beta.

Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

67 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 22:07:27 GMT

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Trying out a few different hairs on magister Dorian.  Just test renders so ignore all the hair clipping through his coat.  XD

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iM ASKING DEF HALP ADVICE but ya I'm not always able to properly relax and then any memories are like, hazy and watered down, and the last time I was able to get real deep into focus I felt a Bad memory coming on and got tf out of there

ooooo, yea that can happen. Personally speaking, I had that happen once and I continued to pursue the memory to get it over with? but it was already affecting my mood terribly and I had the time and mental preparedness to just have some sob time over the memory. it’s possible you may need to set aside time where you’re ready for it if that memory starts to resurface. I say this more because it might blindside you otherwise, or lurk underneath your consciousness and affect your mood if it goes on too long (which has happened to me a few times with my Dave kin.) But yeah if you can’t handle it then don’t feel pressured to face it just yet. 

the method I use is actually probably good for avoiding that sort of thing, since it’s meant to be a guided mental walk through your memories. I’ve found it’s possible to dictate or affect what memories you see, to an extent. It’s reliant on visualisation so you could guide yourself away from that memory, perhaps. I’ve never tried to use it to avoid a memory so I’m not certain, but it’s possible. 

Said method is built and personalized off of this handy dandy post right here, though the initial setup often led to me losing focus since i myself am a bit adhd lmao.  This post is an inconveniently long and rambly iteration of my specific process and observations that have built up around the method as I’ve adapted it. (I’ll be reblogging both of these to this blog momentarily since I neglected to when archiving I guess, whoops)

main takeaway from these is  probably- learn to visualize and utilize your mindspace to your advantage, and to sort of ‘cherrypick’ things - but don’t try to be too controlling or things will be unsuccessful, unclear or will just fall more out of control.

As for alternatives - I’ve found a few other things that help me, but personally speaking they’re not as consistently successful or reliable. They are however an invaluable resource so I recommend giving them a peek. ;)

(under readmore bc this got Lengthy™ as is in my nature to do lmao. I hope some of this helps!!)

1- paying attention to your dreams. I’ve gotten some kin details from dreams. Sometimes it’s layered in bunches of dream gunk, but if a character from my canon was there to my knowledge, I pay close attention and analyze for symbolism and alternate interpretations. This includes old memories before you kinfirmed, as well - sometimes there are details there that help as well. I’ve known someone who dreamt a kin memory in their childhood as a nightmare. It may not happen with everyone, or be obvious, but I recommend combing what you do remember of your dreams, now and then, just in case.

On a related note, keeping track of your dreams may help you remember more of them in general, and may make it easier to find kin memories. keeping a little notebook, even just to jot down key phrases or doodles, will help you remember things about the dream that you would lose on your own.

2- impressions, feelings etc - of course there’s a danger of overthinking, or of personal preferences/projections affecting it, but sometimes a gut feeling might lead to something more connected to a memory. I figured out one of the swaps in a bloodswap timeline of mine based on gut feelings alone (they had been a former matesprit so the emotional connection allowed me to figure it out better)

3- media. This one is tricky and random. I’ve regained memories from song lyrics, melodies and character themes, fanart and even some fanfics. it can be a phrase, or a certain action, pose, situation. Heck I’ve recalled a memory from a totally unrelated video before. Rather random, even if you look specifically at content/themes relating to your kin. 

But there is a way to tip this into your favor - do you write? draw? make music? anything artistic/creative? then you may be able to pull from your kin memories if you do something based on your kin and the canonmates/settings/etc you had. I have a friend who’s discovered over time that many of the fanfictions they have written aren’t just fics, but actually based on memories from their timelines. They’re not always accurate portrayals of events, or quotes or dynamics, but the core flow and content has always matched up. Likewise, the way I draw/drew characters based on ‘headcanons’ have tended to match up to one of my own canons, and I believe I’ve also written fic snippets based on experiences from my timelines. And as I regain more memories, I’m beginning to write using the memories as a springboard, hoping to expand upon what was initially just, an emotion and specific image, turning it into an excavation of the whole memory I have yet to recall.

and last I can think of as of right now;

4 - talking to people about your memories - this is a very helpful exercise in general! and by this, I mean hold a discussion with someone you feel ok with, about memories and the like, as opposed to just making a post on tumblr. This conversation encourages and stimulates the brain to come up with details when describing, and sometimes the person will say something unexpected that might jog your memory, or help confirm what your canon WASN’T like.  This can sometimes be because the person knows something you forgot/don’t know, or they might say something to be silly/make a joke or offer suggestions. Someone joked about something silly that otters did when I told them about my lusus in my Eridan Leijon timeline being an otter - which surprisingly gave me a memory and also answered a few questions.

I personally am on a few servers on discord where kin talk is encouraged and frequent, plus my longest time kinfriend has always encouraged me to talk about kinstuff as well as tell me about theirs, and in doing this we’ve both made connections for the other as well as discover we’re canonmates in a few tls. 

So these are the methods I’m familiar with! I’m sure others have their methods, I know some witches will rely on spells and the like, but I’ve never been one for those things, based on personal preference. 

I hope these help, and I am always open to helping in any way I can!! Feel free to ask me more stuff if you need!! :)