loish:

I like painting people that look comfortable in their own skin.

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serial-chillr:

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serial-chillr:

BORDERLAND SORROWS

Chapter 39 - All my joy, all my pain

Read on AO3 (nsfw)

Fandom: Dragon Age
Pairing: Abelas/F Lavellan
Rating: E
Fic Summary: Nepenthe Lavellan has disbanded the Inquisition and is committed to stopping Solas. A task easier said than done without political, magical, or physical power. When she meets Abelas, now an agent of Fen’Harel, as they each seek an Elvhen temple, they are forced to work together against a common enemy. Angst and mutual pining and a slow burn romance ensue…

Chapter excerpt: (chap total ~5200 words)
“I know it’s no perpetually heated pool,” she said, unknowingly echoing his thoughts and gesturing at one of the baths, “but it’s a damn sight better than a bucket. Plus,” she added with a glance up at him, “we’ll have it to ourselves.”

“To ourselves?” he repeated, low and quiet.

A blush rose up her ears, and the relief he’d felt when they’d found the blood bloomed into something warmer and sharper.

“No one’s really been bathing here since the kitchens moved and we stopped being able to heat the water with the ovens. Still, it’s worth putting up a few barriers over the doors.”

“Am I to assume we might be here for more than… What was the phrase? Two Void-soaked seconds?”

A flash of a smile on her lips before she pressed them together, trapping a soft sound that could have been amusement or desire or relief. “I said we’d be doing something nice for two Void-soaked seconds, how you want to spend the rest of the time is up to you.”

She left him before he could answer, crossing to the tub with a coy backward glance, a wordless invitation to get on with the barriers already.

Or perhaps an invitation to show her how he wanted to spend this time. And, oh, how he wanted.

in-arlathan:

Big thanks to @noire-pandora, @emerald-amidst-gold, @starsandskies and @sinsbymanka for tagging me for WIP Wednesday today!

Sadly, I’ve got no new writing to share today. Everything I’ve been working on these past few days and weeks is now up on AO3. I plan on starting new chapters and one-shots later this week, though.

In the meantime, watch me obsess over Elenara Lavellan’s hair once more in this little Art WIP. I just love drawing hair – although I guess I should’ve started with the dark color and make the strands lighter as I go. Forever an amateur, me!

Leaving some love and tags (if you want them) for @serial-chillr, @faerieavalon, @mogwaei, @johaeryslavellan, @musetta3, @effelants, @barbex and all you other creative masterminds out there. I hope your week is going well!

Until next Wednesday! ♥︎

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angeloaguero:

Triton Artificer

A cheeky triton artificer. Made in Photoshop.

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jaubaius:

This is so beautiful and took a lot of patience!!! ✊

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moranion:

rexauras:

kainimuramonster:

THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS WHEN YOU FORGET TO RINSE THE TUB OUT AFTER USING A LUSH INTERGALATIC BATHBOMB!

He’s fine. He got a bath.

Lush glitter is made of seaweed.

I hope you don’t mind but I drew your cat

i mean, this is pretty much the pinnacle of all things good and bright. a glitter kitty. 

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plumrabbit:

Whoops, this took me a while but…I’ll finally have some more time to draw, and nothing gets me motivated like drawing for others :D (something something, spirit of the holiday season, something). So I’ll be doing a portrait giveaway in the style as on the poster on tumblr, as well as on my Twitter (you can participate in both places to double your chances). Also, I changed my blog url :o sorry for the lack of warning!

Anyway, here are the rules:

-Reblog to enter (one entry only)
-Must be a follower
-Any fandom and any character is fine (canon chars and OCs)
-Contest closes at 10p.m. on the 26th, at which time I will DM the names drawn
-If your name gets drawn and you don’t reply, don’t want the portrait, or if I deem your request inappropriate, I will re-draw a name 

I’ll probably reblog this every day until the 26th so that hopefully those who want to participate are able to see this :)

mothwine:

killerchickadee:

lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers:

I was reading an article about it this morning and this really rubbed me the wrong way.

How the hell do they not know how many people were working? All they have to do is look at when people punched in or out for their shift. There’s something very fishy and very callous about the whole thing.

Amazon knows how long it takes each worker to piss but suddenly when they have to be (publicly) responsible for killing their workers they have no idea how to keep track of them 💁

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serial-chillr:

sausagesquirrel:

serial-chillr:

BORDERLAND SORROWS

Chapter 38 - Choices

Read on AO3

Fandom: Dragon Age
Pairing: Abelas/F Lavellan
Rating: E

Fic Summary: Nepenthe Lavellan has disbanded the Inquisition and is committed to stopping Solas. A task easier said than done without political, magical, or physical power. When she meets Abelas, now an agent of Fen’Harel, as they each seek an Elvhen temple, they are forced to work together against a common enemy. Angst and mutual pining and a slow burn romance ensue…

Chapter excerpt: (chap total ~3500 words)

For a moment, they ate in silence, watching leaves spiral off the vines like sparks and float to the ground. It could be some normal morning, or maybe the echo of a future one, slipped out of time. A tiny corner of the universe, all their own.

“Are we watched here?” he asked. The leaves provided some cover, but it was not the same as solid walls.

“I tried to pick a spot we wouldn’t be.”

“If Fen’Harel has other eyes here—“

“If Fen’Harel has other eyes here, I will gouge them out,” she spit with a vehemence that surprised him.

He set the mug down and cast a perception barrier around them, a boundary of shifting light and shadow that blended with the leaves.

“Not opaque, but it will help ensure privacy,” he said, sliding closer until their knees touched. She lifted her chin and he leaned down to kiss her, soft and slow as summer, with the taste of blackberry jam on their lips, and all the feelings too complicated to voice on their tongues.

“Forgive me, molain,” he breathed against her mouth when they pulled apart for air. “I should have been there.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she whispered. “How could you have known?”

A foe was met, a fate was set
A hand of friendship proffered yet
The duties you both bore near overthrew you
Through fade and waking world, the wild
You fought each other, reconciled
A tenderness unbidden, ran right through you
Fight to friendship, feelings turning
Through such hardship, found such yearning

So your doubts remain, though your heart is lost
And your duty comes at such a cost
That you could lose that which makes life worth living
A sentinel far from temple’s door
A caged bird freed
A mouse that roared
The heartbreak of the taking and the giving
Fight to friendship, feelings turning
Through such hardship, found such yearning

AHHHHH this is amazing!! I can’t coherent. Thank you to infinity for this beautiful gift 😭🥺💚