#i'll reblog fanarts and answer asks tomorrow!

[nopanamaman]

I'm reposting the following from Twitter, but it holds equally true for all the feedback I've received on here in tags, messages, and reblogs. The responses to my video post and checking the #pafl tag have both been extremely rewarding and brought a huge smile to my face:)

Anyways,

Thank you all so much for the amazing support on 100 epitaphs!

I'm extremely grateful to everyone who shared their thoughts on the video in comments or messages, and I wish I could respond to each and every one.

Your kind words make all the work worth it and are the best motivation for me to try and make each episode better than the last.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

[f-yeah-weskerxchris]

New f-yeah-weskerxchris blog!

I've noticed that the current f-yeah-weskerxchris blog has been inactive for four years, so I've decided to make a new one myself. This is mainly to not let old artwork and other fan content get lost to time and reblog some sort-of hard to find stuff. Queued reblogs will start tomorrow!

List of things I will do on this blog under the cut!⬇️

Reblogs

I will queue 6 reblogs a day every two hours between 8AM to 8PM EEST or UTC +2/3 (Depends if we're on summer or winter time) These will be somewhat oldish posts usually.

Of course I'll then reblog things I come across or remember that day.

I will tag posts with fanart, fanfic or other fan content and the original posters username (as well as content warnings of course!) Also, if there is a ship that is not chrisker in the same post I'll tag it aswell (But I will not tag chrisker as that is the entire point of the blog) And I'll tag any character that isn't Chris or Wesker.

Lastly, everyone has their preferences, so I'll try my best to reblog (and discover) content I usually wouldn't :D

Asks

You can ask me anything regarding chrisker! Be it a scene you can't find/remember what game it was in, fic suggestions (Though please do somewhat specify the kind of fics you're looking for) or artwork you can't seem to find!

(Also you can ask about the blog, of course)

Artist shout-out of the Week

Every sunday I will post a link to an artist that is on other platforms than Tumblr! (Mostly DeviantArt and Pixiv) While Pixiv reguires an account to view nsfw art, it doesn't push it in your face like way too many websites nowadays! (Can't remember about DeviantArt in that matter though)

I have around 50 of these artists on other platforms, so this will last about a year! After that I'm planning to do a writer shout-out of the week, but we'll see about that later :)

Translations

A lot of the Artist shout-outs will be on Pixiv, which is an Asian website. Of course google lens does an okay job of translating fanart, but it can be hard to understand sometimes. So, I'm willing to accept translations request through asks :D I have some very basic knowledge of Japanese and access to use more reliable translators so I'm happily willing to do the work for you :)

What to do when requesting translations:

Don't put pictures of the fanart you want translated in the ask. I do not want to reupload fanart to Tumblr and will not answer these asks.

Instead: put a link to the fanart. I will type out the translation. While this requires to switch between tabs or two monitors, I will not be reuploading old artwork (Even with credit and links

Lastly

Just have fun. This is entirely to help people discover fanart easier :)

[seerofmike]

can i ask you a genuine question? i don't want it to sound like i'm accusing you of being a fetishist but why do you have so much sapphic art on your blog when you're mlm? i ain't saying you can't enjoy sapphic art but in my experience gay men tend to mostly reblog gay art and won't touch sapphic art. i've never met a gay man whose ship reblogs are mostly sapphic.

there isnt really like a simple answer to this, its a lot of reasons, but the main ones are

1.) i am way less picky about wlw art precisely because i am Not wlw and don't really have strong passionate feelings (positive or negative) towards most wlw art. if the art is cute i'll reblog. that's about it tbh

2.) the media i'm mostly into right now either has too small a fandom to produce art of my fave mlm ships (apex), has really no mlm ships to speak of due to its nature (tmnt, hnk), or has mlm ships i only kind of care about but not enough to go seeking art for it (hs) or produces content for a main mlm ship i simply don't like (pathologic).

of the fandoms i'm into right now only a couple of them have mlm ships i'm invested in but it's BECAUSE i'm invested i don't reblog art all that often? like of the fandoms/ships i'm into i would say sonadow has a decent amount of content being produced for it but i'm super picky about characterization and presentation because i actually like the ship. so. ok

someone could post a cute piece of conduit x wattson fanart tomorrow, a ship i have virtually no opinion on and which even contains a character i actively dislike, and i'd probably still reblog it on the basis of it being cute

someone could post an equally cute piece of sonadow fanart tomorrow, a ship i am actively invested in, but i probably wouldn't reblog it if there was something that annoyed me in it, even if it was minor

i'm not saying i don't have any wlw ships i'm passionate about (rosemary, lobalore, which i barely reblog any lobavalk because i have strong feelings about it) or mlm ships i'm not super invested in but would reblog anyways if the art fucked enough (vashwood) but my standards for mlm ships are significantly higher.

also it doesnt help that historically i have hated most big mlm ships and all my mlm ships have been minor with little content produced for them. i think the only instance where this hasnt been the case in the past 10 years for me is erasermic and fucken. gureshin. :/

[inkdemon-whore]

I haven't seen Encanto yet, so far I'm a lot of drawings of Bruno. How good of a man is he? I'm really curious. (I'm going to watch it tomorrow with my family.)

well, he's a 5'4 man with reserved body language, can parkour like a maniac, and lives with rats

if i where to rate him, 8 outta 10, pretty good man. i'd hold his face and kiss his cheeks

if ya mean like personality wise, if you've ever seen anyone go from anxiously over talking, to comfortably under talking, and they're like speaking more with their facial expressions, body and hands than with words, he's like that....

and to that i relate, solid 10, outstanding man, i'd make a rp/ask blog for him and just post things in character but the rp is just me rebloging fanart of different family members and putting ":)" in the rb comment and any ask i get won't even be answered i'll just let em clog the inbox until one day i post all of them with just a period as a response

[miss-steelmind]

“before I abandon the words that form noise in my head,

will you be so kind as to join me in dream-seeing?”

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info:

❥ since this is mainly a yttd blog, i don't tag spoilers for that game and i recommend not interacting until you've finished all the currently avaliable chapters. it's a game that's truly worth playing on your own, so make sure to do that before scrolling any further!

❥ if anything i say that can be misinterpreted due to poor wording please let me know! it's also completely okay (and encouraged) to correct my spelling or grammar mistakes, i'd like to improve my english and feedback is always appreciated<3

❥ you're free to spam-like, interact with old posts, tag me in things, send asks or dm me, i love interacting with you all!! that said i sometimes have a hard time answering, so please be patient with me

❥ i block and unfollow very freely! no DNI list, but be aware that if you're a nsfw blog, discourse heavy, weird towards minors, romancize serious issues or are just simply mean to others and make me uncomfortable in any way, i'll unmutual/block you without hesitation

❥ i curse quite a lot, so please watch out if you're not comfortable with that!

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games i'm into lately:

❥ witch's heart by IZ

❥ hello charlotte by etherane

❥ tomorrow won't come for those without [ ] by etherane

❥ your turn to die by nankidai

❥ omori by omocat

❥ zeno (remake) by umami mazu

❥ shtdn by umami mazu

❥ therapy with dr. albert krueger by dino999z

❥ vincent: the secret of myers by dino999z

^ feel free to recommend me stuff!! i'm not great at starting new games but if something catches my attention i'll get into it sooner or later :]

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my tags:

❥ original yttd posts -> #nine's turn to die

❥ original witch's heart posts -> #nine's wish

❥ asks -> #ask

❥ fanart i think is cool: -> #fanart rb

❥ other -> #personal stuff

i try to tag common triggers, if you need anything specfic tagged please reach out to me in dms or send an ask<3

spoilers are tagged as "[fandom name] spoilers", except for yttd which i don't tag unless talking about a recent update! (note: i usually use the entire name of the game in the tag, not just an abbreviation. but if it's really long (dino999z's games + tomorrow won't come for those without) i'll shorten them (twdak, vtsom, twcftw). also, i tag zeno spoilers as "zeno remake spoilers"!)

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about me:

call me nine or charlotte <3 i go by any pronouns, with a slight preference for she/they

i'm an autistic teenager that enjoys character-driven rpgmaker games, disturbing visual novels, looking at cool art and getting lost in surrealistic worlds. ask about my special interests if you want me to fall in love with you

my personal is @porszem, that's where i reblog non-fandom stuff, ramble about my life and overshare at night. i love making new friends, so please feel free to private message me or ask for my discord if you'd like to get to know me, talk about a mutual interest or just ramble to someone, i'd love to listen <3

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thank you for reading and i hope you have a nice day ♡

[shanaraharlyah]

I posted 1,194 times in 2021

210 posts created (18%)

984 posts reblogged (82%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.7 posts.

I added 1,876 tags in 2021

#dragon age - 308 posts

#dragon age fanart - 257 posts

#dbz fanart - 230 posts

#dragon ball z - 204 posts

#yamcha - 201 posts

#yamucha - 182 posts

#<3 - 171 posts

#dragon ball - 163 posts

#tien - 80 posts

#tenshinhan - 80 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#got a bunch of green in his belts/boots that i will have to mix or else decide on a trip to the warhammer store for more miniature paints

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.

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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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150 Followers. Feel free to take this and use it yourself.

Okay so if you've been following me you know that at every milestone of 50 I go and answer 50 questions. So this time they're all gonna be Queen/Classic Rock specific and y'all are all welcome to take these and make asks out of them or reblog/copy with your own answers.

Favorite Queen member's solo album? Strange Frontier by Roger Taylor

Who of the band would you call to help you fix a flat tire? John, he's a dad and a diy guy, as much as I wanna say Rog I just don't want to deal with a drama queen when I'm having my own drama but I've seen him under the hood of a car so I've no doubt he probably knows how

What do you think Brian May smells like on am average day? Very woodsy, like pine needles and some light but expensive cologne

How would you kiss Freddie? On the cheek like a good friend I just can't get into his looks enough to think about kissing him any other way

How would you kiss John? Well if we're talking long haired fluffy John I'd probably psst at him to come around the corner and then give him a kiss and see what he does

How would you kiss Brian? Very carefully otherwise @squeezemylemon is gonna kill me so probably the sweet quick chaste type kiss

How would you kiss Roger? (My moment has come) I would walk up to him and grab ahold of one of the necklaces he wears and just pull his lips down to mine and crash mine onto his wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him for all I'm worth or less dramatically if we were just sitting on a couch or something I'd just lean my head up off his shoulder and press a gentler sort of kiss to his lips and see where he takes it after that

If you were going to date one of their kids who would it be? Felix, I'm partial to brunettes usually (Roger and Luke Skywalker are my exceptions) and he seems pretty cool and has done a lot of different things which would be interesting to talk about

Favorite gif of your least favorite band member?

10. Most recent Queen photo on your phone

11. Favorite piece of fanart?

I can't pick just one. I also don't remember where I found these and if you know the artist I'll happily tag them in the most. The artbis most definitely NOT mine

This is mine

12. Queen song that makes you want to cry? Love of My Life

13. Which band member would you pick to keep an eye on you at a party so you don't get too crazy and make it home safe? Brian probably, I would say John but I feel if he's drinking he'd be less than no help

14. Who's flat would you ask to crash at? I have reasons to want to say Roger's but banging aside I'd probably pick Freddie he was generous and funny and would probably do his beat to cheer me up from whatever circumstance had made me not have a place of my own to stay

15. Who would you want to teach you to play an instrument they play? Well I genuinely feel I'm best suited for drums so I'm not just saying Roger because he's my dude. Plus he could teach me the most instruments anyways considering as he knows drums, bass, electric, and keyboard.

16. If you could spend a day with Freddie what would you do? I'd just want to sit and have tea and talk and maybe go shopping later hear his advice and crack some jokes

17. Favorite solo song by a Queen band member? As far as written by goes, it's probably Let's Get Crazy or Happiness by Rog bit overall it's gotta be Rog's version of Racing in the Street *chills*

18. Favorite live performance?

19. Whose singing voice do you like best? Roger Taylor (nothing against Fresh he's amazing)

20. Whose speaking voice do you like best? Again Roger Meddows Taylor for the win

21. Write a snippet where you're holding hands with your least favorite band member.

Freddie had never been to an amusement park before, hadn't wanted to go really, but John had begged him to come along and then left him with Aston to babysit while he dealt with his actual children. It wasn't that she had anything against Fred it's just him tagging along on her elbow was keeping her away from the drummer whose attention she wanted. They got onto one of the rides and she saw how pale Freddie was looking and felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that he was being a third wheel or that the drummer was off on one of the more dangerous rides that Freddie was not about to get on.

"You can hold my hand if you want" Aston joked looking over at Fred.

"Really?" He asked a little relieved. The two of them chuckled and to Aston's surprise Freddie's black nail polished fingertips interlaced through hers and he looked a little more at ease for the comfort of human contact.

"It'll be fine" she grinned and then the ride took off and the black fingernails damn near dug into her hand in panic.

22. Write a snippet where you're fighting with your favorite band member.

They had been living together for just over two months and despite not knowing how to boil an egg Roger somehow found a way to get into the kitchen and put things in the wrong spot. He came home from the stall.

"Where is the paprika?" She leveled at him before he had scarcely shut the door.

"The what?"

"Paprika, Rog, the spice that I was going to use for the supper I was cooking us, but I can't ever find anything in this kitchen" Aston said muttering as an afterthought "thanks to you."

"What was that?" Rog said coming over to her and looking darkly with his blue eyes.

"Just tell me where you put the paprika and we'll be fine" she sighed.

"I didn't fucking touch anything in your stupid kitchen" he glowered going to the liquor cabinet.

"Well I still can't find it" she huffed.

"Not my problem" he said swigging straight from the bottle.

"Well if you want dinner it kind of is" she retorted.

"I'll get something out" Rog said dispassionately.

"Fuck you" she muttered and went back to banging through the cabinets in search of the missing spice. She was on her knees with half her body in a lower shelf looking in the back and growing hotter for Roger showing no signs of caring or helping. She smelt the dish starting to burn on the stove and tried to crawl out, raising her head up and whacking it on the shelf above. She let out a round of oaths.

She went over to the stove and moved it off the heat halfway between tears and screaming.

"I'll order something" Roger said standing up.

"I can fucking cook!" She shouted "if only I could find the things I need when I need them."

"Well don't yell at me about it" Roger said and brushed past and out the door.

Aston collapsed onto the floor sitting with her back to the cabinets and started crying. She sobbed into the kitchen towel. So much for her cosy dinner at home with Rog. She was so distraught that she didn't hear the door open and close. She felt her fingers clutching the towel pried open and looked to see a bottle of paprika put into them. She turned her teary red eyes up to Roger's face. He pulled her to her feet and held her in his arms. Softly stroking her hair and planting a gentle kiss to her cheeks.

"Come on, I got us reservations, you can cook your thing tomorrow if you still want to" he looked down at her smiling and put a kiss to her nose and grinned at her in his arms.

23. Favorite picture of Brian

24. Favorite picture Roger

(Well it's one of many favs)

25. Favorite picture of Freddie

26. Favorite picture of John

27. Best song to slow dance to? One Year of Love

28. Best song to make out to? I'm In Love with My Car

29. Best song to drive to? Breakthru or Don't Stop Me Now

30. Best song to strip to? Tear It Up

31. What era of the band would you like to hang out with most? I wanna say mid to late 70s. I'd rather not have to hang out with them during Hot Space 😂

32. Favorite song on your favorite album? Rock It (Prime Jive)

33. Least liked song on your favorite album? Probably Play the Game

34. Who would you want to take care of you if you were sick? I feel Brian would be the most knowledgeable but I'd probably prefer Fred just cutting up and maybe grabbing the aspirins and whatever else was needed. I just don't feel Brian would be funny enough to cheer me up. And Rog I just don't know how good he'd be at taking care of someone

35. Who would you want to go driving with? Roger. Duh! So many reasons!

36. Who would you pick to spend a lazy (non-sexual) afternoon with? Well not that I'm just into Rog for the sex, he'd still be my first pick because laughs. But second would be Brian.

37. Rate how thirsty you are for each band member? Freddie 0/10. John variable between 0/10-6/10. Brian 2/10-4/10(red special is factored into Brian). Roger 1000/10 (cars aren't factored into Rog otherwise I'd break my phone adding zeros to that 1000)

38. Least favorite Roger song? Sheer Heart Attack

39. Favorite Brian song? Sail Away Sweet Sister or Dragon Attack

40. Least favorite Freddie song? Body Language and Get Down Make Love

41. Favorite John song? One Year of Love or If You Can't Beat Them

42. Are you excited for the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? Yes. Not insanely. But moderately excited yes

43. Is Queen your favorite band of all time? No. They're in my top 3 but The Moody Blues were my childhood and are so unique and very special to me

44. If you married your crush from the band where would you go on your honeymoon? The beach. Hopefully the Pacific Ocean. Probably some nice private beach just to have space with each other and I love water and he loves boating and stuff.

45. Who has the nicest butt? While I prefer Rog's ass I must admit John possesses the superior booty

46. Who has the best smile? Roger. Hands down and not just because he's my main man all around it's literally made of sunshine

47. Who would you go to if you were scared? Roger. I don't get scared so if I did I'd want someone around to make me laugh my fears away

48. If you were going to be in a crime fighting/super hero duo with one of the band, who would it be? John. He's sound and sensible and so long as he can handle my forceful personality and not write any DISpatches raking my bad behavior and rash decisions we'll get along

49. Do you listen to Queen daily, or at least multiple times a week? Yes especially if you include their solo works

50. Have you written any Queen fanfiction or made any fanart? Yes. Fanfiction galore. Some has yet to be posted but when I do it will be on @drummerinthecupboard

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Yo bishes I'm back!

Just arrived home so I'll rest a bit and will reblog the beautiful fanarts/fanfics and answer your asks tomorrow ;)

Ok holy shit I’m done with asks

Hey everyone,

Just wanted to let you know that I’ll be on vacations for 2 weeks starting tomorrow

I don’t think I’ll be able to post the new chapters and I’ll reblog them from @yaoi-blcd when I’ll have time

I’ll answer to all your asks and reblog the fanarts/fanfics when I’ll be back

There’ll be the tianshan week organized by @fuckyeahtianshan don’t hesitate to participate I’m sure it’ll be fun and I can’t wait to see everyone’s work

Take care of yourselves!