#sula x thom

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Happy Valentines from the Adaar-Rainiers who only have to worry about what color to paint their cabin walls and carnations now 💖

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hello yes i would like to request something featuring sula :)

OMG i love this thank you <3 <3 <3

i am now a lil tipsy so i had to turn to my husband and be like how do i stay on throuple theme and he reminded me that were sula not so silly and unconfident, this woulda straight up happened <3

an au that is wonderful and also i llike that i got to keep it on dancing theme too <3 <3 <3

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coloring old dragon age sketches today

end game smooch or beginning of the next game smooch??

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this is the reason we didn't have a cute post-battle party, they couldn't figure out how to code this for me

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you know what i'm just gonna go ahead and redraw a bunch of my old inquisition (maybe da2 too) art until veilguard comes

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why the veilguard got founded she can’t be stopped

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More dragon age miscellania

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Peak romance 😭

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He’s just *clenches heart*

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every time I end up drawing these guys it just makes me very happy 💖

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This is what this is all for—learn how to draw armor so I can draw battle couples better xD

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2 or 4 for sula?

I'm gonna shake things up, make some interim codex entries for between Inquisition and Dreadwolf. Sometime during the comics and Absolution probably! :D

(Thank you for the ask! <3)

2. a letter written by your OC’s family member

A letter collected by Agents looking for more information on the Inquisitor’s weaknesses. For some reason, The Dread Wolf threw these out, and refused to engage with our tactics here. I’ve preserved what I could in case the Dread Wolf changes his mind.

My dear Kadan,

Your little one is smiling brightly these days. It pains me that you do not get to see these smiles. She does not walk yet, but she is attempting. Every day she grows stronger, and every day I can see that stubborn resolve your husband has given to her. She looks just like you did at that age, but I suspect much of her spirit is Rainier. That is what your Grandmother says too. You were gentle and sweet baby, my Ursula, always reaching for your family, wanting nothing but to be held and to hold back. Little Gwenyth is independent. Perhaps she has learned that from you as well, with how you have changed these years. 

I know your work is important. I know too that the Inquisition, though no longer, is not truly done. I simply wish that you could leave it to someone new. That you and your husband could return, stay with us in Kirkwall, or take Gwenyth back to your home, and rest. All I wish for you is rest, my Kadan. 

Your siblings have taken to protecting Kirkwall with all their heart. They follow in your footsteps. I know you always thought yourself a follower, but you have your father’s spirit. Just like your daughter does. With a smile, and warmth, you lead by example. I am proud, so proud. But it does make my heart ache. 

When you can. Come home. Grandmother is saying the old prayers for you every night. Aunt Kassaranda joins. I think I will too.

Be safe, Kadan. 

Your mother

4. a letter from your OC to their love interest

A letter collected by Agents looking for more information on the Inquisitor’s weaknesses. For some reason, The Dread Wolf threw these out, and refused to engage with our tactics here. I’ve preserved what I could in case the Dread Wolf changes his mind.

Thom,

You know I hate to send you away. You know I hate all of this. I want us to go home, back to the cottage, you, me, Jenny. But we can’t. And I know you know we can’t. I’m almost saying this more for me than you at this point. To remember–exactly what you said this morning when we said goodbye.

“For Jenny.”

I think you are worried about me. I know it’s foolish to say don’t. I worry about you too much to tell you to do any different. But I did lie this morning when we said goodbye. I’m sorry for that. I didn’t know how to say it. But you were right. The dreams are getting more frequent every day now. Whatever is coming, it’s close. We’re nearing the end of these long years of preparation, and I think the battle is on its way. That’s why I need you with the Wardens. That’s why I need to head to Tevinter. 

This section is crossed out violently. It continues afterwards in a more steady hand, though the page is stained with tears.

It hurt so much to send you away. I don’t know why, but this one feels… Like it may be the last time.

I love you, Thom. I could be not be what I need to be without you. I could not do any of this alone. I am sorry to ask so much of you, but I will remember what you said and hold it close to my heart. Please know I would fly to you if I could.

For Jenny. We’re doing all this for Jenny.

Hopefully it will all be over soon.

Love,

Sula

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Dragon Age sketches (mostly Blackwall I miss him)

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Here I am, thinking, ah lemme repost these cute recent pics I did of Sula and Thom that’ll be fun, and I can’t see if I ever posted these before??

Anyway, sorry not sorry if I have I love them

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Boob meme with Sula

Always good to revisit my girl

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for @taterchoc (I loved this prompt!! Thank you! It was so good to write Sula and Thom again! <3)

Mariturient: eager to marry

It was never particularly… Pressing. But it was on her mind. And as much as he could tell she was desperately trying to, she was terribly bad at hiding it. In the year they’d been apart, Sula’s letters were tender and sweet, and focused primarily on the work the two of them were doing, his tour of the Marches, and her continued work towards a hopeful end for the Inquisition. But, here and there, hidden in the middle of paragraphs describing life at Skyhold, or in response to his mentioning families, and husbands and wives, there were signs… That a particular topic was occupying her mind. It made sense. Her penchant for romanticism had always had her sighing over happy endings, even if they seemed far away.

Marriage, as a concept, had habitually horrified Thom. Even for the one minute he had been married (a drunken dare, he wasn’t certain how it ended per se, but seeing as how his previous wife was happily remarried, he wasn’t going to ask too many questions on that front), even for that one minute, he had awoken the morning of in a cold sweat, and immediately attempted to escape through the window. Odette was more offended at the escape attempt really. But since he was a young man, anything that would hold him down and in place felt… Suffocating. Unattainable. Much too warm, and much too homey for the likes of him. As a young man, it was too close to the monotony his parents lived with, and he was desperate to escape from, pursuing some foolhardy quest for greatness. These days, it had just been too good, a life he didn’t deserve. He’d assumed that he’d never have to think too much about it. It was beyond him. And even to entertain it as a notion was… Well.

He’d never thought that he’d be worthy to be half as happy as Sula had made him. She assured him, time and again, that she was happy. That she had everything she could have ever wanted. And when, as the dust settled on the Winter Palace and the Inquisition had finally ended, she told him, laughing, that Cassandra had been tricked by Varric into thinking they were getting married, he did not miss the longing behind her yellow eyes, the little wistful note in “Isn’t that too funny?” 

Perhaps what he deserved did not matter in this moment. Perhaps, this could be part of the journey. Allowing themselves this one, selfish bit of happiness. 

Once the idea got a hold of him, he couldn’t let it go. And on the day, seeing her smile, wide and bright, her eyes, shining, an elation he could swiftly become addicted to being the cause of, he knew it was absolutely worth it.